And the lass whispered in his ear: 

“It’s a tadpole.”

“M’appen,” says he then, “it may be a tadpole, missis.”

The wise woman nodded her head.

“That’s right,” says she, “and thou ‘st got thy pottle o’ brains already.”

“Where be they?” says he, looking about and feeling in his pockets.

“In thy wife’s head,” says she.  “The only cure for a fool is a good wife to look after him, and that thou ’st got, so gode’en to thee!” And with that she nodded to them, and up and into the house.

So they went home together, and he never wanted to buy a pottle o’ brains again, for his wife had enough for both.

The King of England and His Three Sons

Once upon a time there was an old king who had three sons; and the old king fell very sick one time and there was nothing at all could make him well but some golden apples from a far country.  So the three brothers went on horseback to look for some of these apples.  They set off together, and when they came to cross-roads they halted and refreshed themselves a bit; and then they agreed to meet on a certain time, and not one was to go home before the other.  So Valentine took the right, and Oliver went straight on, and poor Jack took the left.

To make my long story short, I shall follow poor Jack, and let the other two take their chance, for I don’t think there was much good in them.  Off poor Jack rides over hills, dales, valleys, and mountains, through woolly woods and sheepwalks, where the old chap never sounded his hollow bugle-horn, farther than I can tell you to-night or ever intend to tell you.

At last he came to an old house, near a great forest, and there was an old man sitting out by the door, and his look was enough to frighten you or any one else; and the old man said to him: 

“Good morning, my king’s son.”

“Good morning to you, old gentleman,” was the young prince’s answer; frightened out of his wits though he was, he didn’t like to give in.

The old gentleman told him to dismount and to go in to have some refreshment, and to put his horse in the stable, such as it was.  Jack soon felt much better after having something to eat, and began to ask the old gentleman how he knew he was a king’s son.

“Oh dear!” said the old man, “I knew that you were a king’s son, and I know what is your business better than what you do yourself.  So you will have to stay here to-night; and when you are in bed you mustn’t be frightened whatever you may hear.  There will come all manner of frogs and snakes, and some will try to get into your eyes and your mouth, but mind, don’t stir the least bit or you will turn into one of those things yourself.”

Poor Jack didn’t know what to make of this, but, however, he ventured to go to bed.  Just as he thought to have a bit of sleep, round and over and under him they came, but he never stirred an inch all night.