But when the Student had waited a little, he grew impatient and entreated permission to get in, so great was his thirst for knowledge. Then the Man in the sack pretended to give in, and said: 'In order that I may get out of the sack you must let it down, then you can get in.' So the Student let it down, undid the sack and released the Prisoner, and said: 'Now pull me up as fast as possible'; and he tried to get into the sack and stand upright in it. 'Stop,' said the other. 'That won't do.' And he packed him in head first, tied it up, and slung up the Disciple of Wisdom, dangling him in the air, and said: 'How are you, my dear fellow? You will soon feel wisdom coming upon you, and will have a most interesting experience. Sit still till you are wiser.' Thereupon he mounted the Student's horse, and rode off, but sent some one in an hour to let him down again. Clever Hans 'Where are you going, Hans?' asked his Mother. 'To see Grettel,' answered Hans. 'Behave well, Hans!' 'All right, Mother. Good-bye.' 'Good-bye, Hans.' Hans comes to Grettel. 'Good morning, Grettel.' 'Good morning, Hans. What have you brought me?' 'I've not brought you anything. I want a present.' Grettel gives him a needle. Hans takes the needle, and sticks it in a load of hay, and walks home behind the cart. 'Good evening, Mother.' 'Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?' 'I've been to Grettel's.' 'What did you give her?' 'I gave her nothing. But she made me a present.' 'What did she give you?' 'She gave me a needle.' 'What did you do with it?' 'Stuck it in the hay-cart.' 'That was stupid, Hans. You should have stuck it in your sleeve.' 'Never mind, Mother; I'll do better next time.' 'Where are you going, Hans?' 'To see Grettel, Mother.' 'Behave well.' 'All right, Mother. Good-bye.' 'Good-bye, Hans.' Hans comes to Grettel. 'Good morning, Grettel.' 'Good morning, Hans. What have you brought me?' 'I've brought nothing. But I want something.' Grettel gives him a knife. 'Good-bye, Grettel.' 'Good-bye, Hans.' Hans takes the knife, and sticks it in his sleeve, and goes home. 'Good evening, Mother.' 'Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?' 'Been to see Grettel.' 'What did you give her?' 'I gave her nothing. But she gave me something.' 'What did she give you?' 'She gave me a knife.' 'Where is the knife, Hans?' 'I stuck it in my sleeve.' 'That's a stupid place, Hans. You should have put it in your pocket.' 'Never mind, Mother; I'll do better next time.' 'Where are you going, Hans?' 'To see Grettel, Mother.' 'Behave well, then.' 'All right, Mother. Good-bye.' 'Good-bye, Hans.' Hans comes to Grettel. 'Good morning, Grettel.' 'Good morning, Hans. Have you brought me anything nice?' 'I've brought nothing. What have you got for me?' Grettel gives him a young kid. 'Good-bye, Grettel.' 'Good-bye, Hans.' Hans takes the kid, ties its legs together, and puts it in his pocket. When he got home, it was suffocated.