swop with you--your cow for these beans."

"Walker!" says Jack; "wouldn't you like it?"

"Ah! you don't know what these beans are," said the man; "if you plant
them over-night, by morning they grow right up to the sky."

"Really?" says Jack; "you don't say so."

"Yes, that is so, and if it doesn't turn out to be true you can have
your cow back."

"Right," says Jack, and hands him over Milky-white's halter and
pockets the beans.

Back goes Jack home, and as he hadn't gone very far it wasn't dusk by
the time he got to his door.

"What back, Jack?" said his mother; "I see you haven't got Milky-
white, so you've sold her. How much did you get for her?"

"You'll never guess, mother," says Jack.

"No, you don't say so. Good boy! Five pounds, ten, fifteen, no, it
can't be twenty."

"I told you you couldn't guess, what do you say to these beans;
they're magical, plant them over-night and----"

"What!" says Jack's mother, "have you been such a fool, such a dolt,