When the Herr Mayor saw them coming he opened his eyes, you may be sure, for he had never seen such a plough as that in all of his life before.

“And now,” said Jacob, “I should like to marry Gretchen, if you please.”

At this the Herr Mayor hemmed and hawed and scratched his head again.  No; Jacob could not marry Gretchen yet, for the Herr Mayor had always said and sworn that the man who married Gretchen should bring with him a purse that always had two pennies in it and could never be emptied, no matter how much was taken out of it.

[Illustration:  Jacob and the Magic Plough]

Jacob did not know how about that; perhaps he could get it and perhaps he could not.  If such a thing was to be had, though, he would have it, as sure as the Mecklenburg folks brew sour beer.  So off he went home again, and the Herr Mayor thought that now he was rid of him for certain.

But Jacob went back of the woodpile and blew on his bone whistle again, and once more the red one came at his bidding.

“What will you have now?” said he to Jacob.

“I should like,” said Jacob, “to have a purse which shall always have two pennies in it, no matter how much I take out of it.”

“That you shall have,” said the red one; whereupon he thrust his hand into his pocket, and fetched out a beautiful silken purse with two pennies in it.  He gave the purse to Jacob, and then he went away again as quickly as he had come.

After he had gone, Jacob began taking pennies out of his purse and pennies out of his purse, until he had more than a hatful—­hui!  I would like to have such a purse as that.

Then he marched off to the Herr Mayor’s house with his chin up, for he might hold his head as high as any, now that he had such a purse as that in his pocket.  As for the Herr Mayor, he thought that it was a nice, pretty little purse; but could it do this and that as he had said?

Jacob would show him that; so he began taking pennies and pennies out of it, until he had filled all the pots and pans in the house with them.  And now might he marry Gretchen?

Yes; that he might!  So said the Herr Mayor; for who would not like to have a lad for a son-in-law who always had two pennies more in his purse than he could spend.

So Jacob married his Gretchen, and, between his plough and his purse, he was busy enough, I can tell you.

So the days went on and on and on until the ten years had gone by and the time had come for the red one to fetch Jacob away with him.  As for Jacob, he was in a sorry state of dumps, as you may well believe.

At last Gretchen spoke to him.  “See, Jacob,” said she, “what makes you so down in the mouth?”

“Oh! nothing at all,” said Jacob.

But this did not satisfy Gretchen, for she could see that there was more to be told than Jacob had spoken.  So she teased and teased, until at last Jacob told her all, and that the red one was to come the next day and take him off as his servant, unless he could ask him a question which he could not answer.