"What!" said the landlord, and swore; "thou 'st drunk all my liquor and
haven't got nought to pay for it with!"
"Hi!" said the fool. "You told me to drink so as to get a coat o' clay;
but as I'm a wise man now I don't mind helping thee along in the world
a bit, for though I'm a smart fellow I'm not too proud to my friends."
"Wise man! smart fellow!" said the landlord, "and help me along, wilt
thee? Dang it! thou 'rt the biggest fool I ever saw, and it's I'll help
_thee_ first--out o' this!"
And he kicked him out of the door into the road and swore at him.
"Hum," said the fool, as he lay in the dust, "I'm not so wise as I
thought. I guess I'll go back to the wise woman and tell her there's a
screw loose somewhere."
So up he got and went along to her house, and found her sitting at the
door.
"So thou 'rt come back," said she, with a nod. "What dost thou want with
me now?"
So he sat down and told her how he'd tried to get a coat o' clay, and he
wasn't any wiser for all of it.
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