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He was now close to the town. The crowd on the road became greater, and there was a crush and a rush of men and cattle. They were walking on the road and by the roadside, and at the turn-pike-gate they walked even in the toll-man’s potato-field, where a hen was strutting about with a string tied to her leg, in order that she should not go astray in the crowd and so get lost. It was a nice fat hen; it winked with one eye, and looked very artful. “Cluck! cluck!” it said; what it thought, when saying it, I do not know; but the peasant thought, as he saw the hen,

“Now, that is the nicest hen I have ever seen. She is finer than our parson’s hen. I should like to have her. A hen can always pick up something; she can almost keep herself. I think it would be a good exchange if I got her for the goose. Shall we exchange?” he said.

“Exchange!” said the other; “that wouldn’t be so bad.” So they exchanged; the toll-man got the goose, and the peasant got the hen.

He had done a good deal of business on his way to town; it was very hot, and he was very tired; he would be all the better for a piece of bread, and now he was at the inn.

He was going in, and the innkeeper was going out, so they met in the doorway.

The innkeeper carried a big sack of something.

“What have you there?” said the peasant.

“Apples!” answered the man; “a whole sackful for the pigs.”

“Oh, that is a rare lot; I should like mother to see them. Last year we had only one single apple on the old tree by the peat-house; this apple we kept on the top of the cupboard until it cracked. ‘Well, it is always property,’ said mother; but here she could see any quantity of property; yes, I should like to show them to her.”

“Well, what will you give for them?” asked the man.

“What will I give? I’ll give my hen in exchange,” he said, and so he gave his hen in exchange, got the apples, and went into the inn.

Many strangers were present in the room, and they soon heard the whole story–how the horse was exchanged for the cow, and so on, down to the apples.

“Well, your good wife will give it to you when you get home,” said one of them.

“Not at all,” said the peasant; “she will give me a kiss, instead of scolding me, and she will say: ‘What father does is always right.'”

“Shall we wager,” said the stranger, “a barrel of gold coins–a hundred pounds to a hundredweight?”

“It is quite enough to make it a bushelful,” said the peasant; “I can only set the bushel of apples against it; but I will throw myself and the wife into the bargain, and that, I should say, is good measure!”

“Done!” he said; and so the wager was made.

The innkeeper’s carriage came up, and the stranger got in, the peasant got in, and the apples got in, and away they all went to the peasant’s house.

“Good evening, mother!”

“Good evening, father!”

“I have made the exchange.”

“Well, you understand what you are about,” said the woman, and she was so glad to see him, she forgot all about the sack and the stranger.

“I have exchanged the horse for a cow.”

“Oh, how nice to get milk!” said the wife; “now we can have butter and cheese on the table; that was indeed a capital exchange!”

“Yes, but I exchanged the cow for a sheep.”

“Well, that is perhaps better,” said the wife; “you always think of everything. We have just enough pasture for a sheep; ewe’s milk, and cheese, and woolen socks, and a woolen jacket–the cow cannot give these. How you do think of everything, to be sure!”

“But the sheep I exchanged for a goose.”

“Are we really going to have roast goose for Christmas this year, father dear? You are always thinking of something to please me. This is a capital idea of yours; the goose can be tied to a string, and we will fatten her for Christmas!”

“But I exchanged the goose for a hen,” said the old man.

“A hen! oh, that was a good bargain!” said the woman. “A hen lays eggs, and hatches them, and so we can get chickens–a whole poultry-yard–and that’s the very thing I have always wished for.”

“Yes; but the hen I exchanged for a sack of apples!”

“Now, I must really kiss you!” said the woman.

“Thank you, thank you, my dear man! Now I’ll tell you something; when you were gone, I thought I would make a nice meal for you–pancakes with onions. The eggs I had, but I had no onions, so I went over to the school-master’s–they have onions, I know, but the wife is mean, poor thing. I asked her to lend me some. ‘Lend!’ she said; ‘there is nothing that grows in our garden that I could lend you–not even an apple.’ But now I can lend her ten, or a whole sackful–that is really nice, father.”

“Well, that is capital!” exclaimed the stranger, “always going downhill, and yet always cheerful; it is worth the money.” So he paid a hundredweight of gold to the peasant.

Now, that is my story. I heard it when I was little, and now you have heard it too, and know that what father does is always right.