51 Tales translated to English by Lucy Crane & Illustrated by Walter Crane

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" Then come home," said the youth; and he took her to her stall, and fastened her up.
" Now," said the old tailor, " has the goat had her propel food ? "
" Oh," answered the son, " she is so full, she no more can pull."
But the tailor, not trusting his word, went to the goat and said,
11 My dear goat, are you really full ? " The malicious ani≠mal answered,
" How can I be full ? There was nothing to pull, Though I looked all about meóba ! baa ! "
" Oh, the wretches ! " cried the tailor. " The one as good-for-nothing and careless as the other. I will no longer have such fools about me;" and rushing back, in his wrath he laid about him with his yard-wand, and belaboured his son's back so unmercifully that he ran away out of the house.
So the old tailor was left alone with the goat. The next day he went out to the stall, and let out the goat, saying,
" Come, my dear creature, I will take you myself to the willows."
So he led her by the string, and brought her to the green hedges and pastures where there was plenty of food to her taste, and saying to her,
" Now, for once, you can eat to your heart's content," he left her there till the evening. Then he returned, and said,
" Well, goat, are you full? "
She answered,
11 I am so full, I could not pull, Another blade of grassóba ! baa ! "
" Then come home," said the tailor, and leading her to
her stall, he fastened her up.
Before he left her he turned once more, saying,
" Now then, for once you are full." But the goat actually