Joan and her husband were at the door; and when they saw the animals, they clapped their hands and laughed for joy.
"Do you know who owns them bastes, neighbours?"
"Maybe we don't! sure they're ours."
"I found them straying in the wood. Is that bag with ten guineas in it that's hung round the goat's neck yours?"
"Faith, it isn't."
"Well, you may as well keep it for a Godsend; I don't want it."
"Heaven be in your road, good gentleman!"
Jack travelled on till he came to his father's house in the dusk of the evening. He went in. "God save all here!"
"God save you kindly, sir!"
"Could I have a night's lodging here?"
"Oh, sir, our place isn't fit for the likes of a gentleman such as yon."
"Oh, musha, don't you know your own son?"
Well, they opened their eyes, and it was only a strife to see who'd have him in their arms first.
"But, Jack asthore, where did you get the fine clothes?"
"Oh, you may as well ask me where I got all that money?" said he, emptying his pockets on the table.
Well, they got in a great fright, but when he told them his adventures, they were easier in mind, and all went to bed in great content.
"Father," says Jack, next morning, "go over to the landlord, and tell him I wish to be married to his daughter."
