ADAPTED BY JOSEPH JACOBS

Once upon a time there was a farmer and his wife who had one daughter,

and she was courted by a gentleman. Every evening he used to come and

see her, and stop to supper at the farmhouse, and the daughter used

to be sent down into the cellar to draw the beer for supper. So one

evening she had gone down to draw the beer, and she happened to look

up at the ceiling while she was drawing, and she saw a mallet stuck

in one of the beams. It must have been there a long, long time,

but somehow or other she had never noticed it before, and she began

a-thinking. And she thought it was very dangerous to have that mallet

there, for she said to herself: "Suppose him and me was to be married,

and we was to have a son, and he was to grow up to be a man, and come

down into the cellar to draw the beer, like as I'm doing now, and the

mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it

would be!" And she put down the candle and the jug, and sat herself

down and began a-crying.

Well, they began to wonder upstairs how it was that she was so long

drawing the beer, and her mother went down to see after her, and she

found her sitting on the settle crying, and the beer running over the

floor. "Why, whatever is the matter?" said her mother. "Oh, mother!"

says she, "look at that horrid mallet! Suppose we was to be married,

and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down to

the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his head

and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!" "Dear, dear! what

a dreadful thing it would be!" said the mother, and she sat her down

beside the daughter and started crying too. Then after a bit the

father began to wonder that they didn't come back, and he went down

into the cellar to look after them himself, and there they two sat

crying, and the beer running all over the floor. "Whatever is the

matter?" says he. "Why," says the mother, "look at that horrid mallet.

Just suppose, if our daughter and her sweetheart was to be married,

and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down

into the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his

head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!" "Dear, dear,

dear! so it would!" said the father, and he sat himself down aside of

the other two, and started a-crying.

Now the gentleman got tired of stopping up in the kitchen by himself,

and at last he went down into the cellar too, to see what they were

after; and there they three sat crying side by side, and the beer

running all over the floor. And he ran straight and turned the tap.

Then he said: "Whatever are you three doing, sitting there crying, and

letting the beer run all over the floor?" "Oh!" says the father, "look

at that horrid mallet! Suppose you and our daughter was to be married,

and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down

into the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on

his head and kill him!" And then they all started crying worse than

before. But the gentleman burst out laughing, and reached up and

pulled out the mallet, and then he said: "I've traveled many miles,

and I never met three such big sillies as you three before; and now I

shall start out on my travels again, and when I can find three bigger

sillies than you three, then I'll come back and marry your daughter."

So he wished them good-by, and started off on his travels, and left

them all crying because the girl had lost her sweetheart.

Well, he set out, and he traveled a long way, and at last he came to a

woman's cottage that had some grass growing on the roof. And the woman

was trying to get her cow to go up a ladder to the grass, and the

poor thing durst not go. So the gentleman asked the woman what she was

doing. "Why, lookye," she said, "look at all that beautiful grass. I'm

going to get the cow on to the roof to eat it. She'll be quite safe,

for I shall tie a string round her neck, and pass it down the chimney,

and tie it to my wrist as I go about the house, so she can't fall off

without my knowing it." "Oh, you poor silly!" said the gentleman,

"you should cut the grass and throw it down to the cow!" But the woman

thought it was easier to get the cow up the ladder than to get the

grass down, so she pushed her and coaxed her and got her up, and tied

a string round her neck, and passed it down the chimney, and fastened

it to her own wrist. And the gentleman went on his way, but he hadn't

gone far when the cow tumbled off the roof, and hung by the string

tied round her neck, and it strangled her. And the weight of the cow

tied to her wrist pulled the woman up the chimney, and she stuck fast

halfway and was smothered in the soot.

Well, that was one big silly.

And the gentleman went on and on, and he went to an inn to stop the

night, and they were so full at the inn that they had to put him in

a double-bedded room, and another traveler was to sleep in the other

bed. The other man was a very pleasant fellow, and they got very

friendly together; but in the morning, when they were both getting up,

the gentleman was surprised to see the other hang his trousers on the

knobs of the chest of drawers and run across the room and try to jump

into them, and he tried over and over again, and couldn't manage it;

and the gentleman wondered whatever he was doing it for. At last he

stopped and wiped his face with his handkerchief. "Oh dear," he says,

"I do think trousers are the most awkwardest kind of clothes that ever

were. I can't think who could have invented such things. It takes me

the best part of an hour to get into mine every morning, and I get so

hot! How do you manage yours?" So the gentleman burst out laughing,

and showed him how to put them on; and he was very much obliged to

him, and said he never should have thought of doing it that way.

So that was another big silly.

Then the gentleman went on his travels again; and he came to a

village, and outside the village there was a pond, and round the pond

was a crowd of people. And they had rakes, and brooms, and pitchforks,

reaching into the pond; and the gentleman asked what was the matter.

"Why," they say, "matter enough! Moon's tumbled into the pond, and we

can't rake her out anyhow!" So the gentleman burst out laughing, and

told them to look up into the sky, and that it was only the shadow in

the water. But they wouldn't listen to him, and abused him shamefully

and he got away as quick as he could.

So there were a whole lot of sillies bigger than the three sillies at

home. So the gentleman turned back home again and married the farmer's

daughter, and if they didn't live happy for ever after, that's nothing

to do with you or me.

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