“As you are so sharp,” said he, “I don’t mind doing a swap with you - your cow for these beans.” “Right you are,” says the man, “and here they are, the very beans themselves,” he went on, pulling out of his pocket a number of strange looking beans. “Two in each hand and one in your mouth,” said Jack, as sharp as a needle. “I wonder if you know how many beans make five.” “Oh, you look the proper sort of chap to sell cows,” said the man. “I’m going to market to sell our cow there.” “Well Jack, where are you off to?” Said the man. “Good morning to you,” said Jack, and wondered how he knew his name. He hadn’t gone far when he met a funny looking old man, who said to him, “Good morning, Jack.”
