The next day they both felt very miserable, and the woodman had such a terrible headache that he could neither eat nor work; but the day after, being pretty well again, he dug up some more gold and went to town, where he bought such quantities of fine clothes and furniture and so many good things to eat, that in the end he was obliged to buy a wagon to bring them home in, and great was the delight of his wife when she saw him coming home on the top of it, driving the four gray horses himself. They soon began to unpack the goods and lay them out on the grass, for the cottage was far too small to hold them. "There are some red silk curtains with gold rods," said the woodman. "And grand indeed they are!" exclaimed his wife, spreading them over the onion bed. "And here's a great looking-glass," continued the woodman, setting one up against the outside of the cottage, for it would not go in the door. So they went on handing down the things, and it took nearly the whole afternoon to empty the wagon. No wonder, when it contained, among other things, a coral and bells for the baby, and five very large tea-trays adorned with handsome pictures of impossible scenery, two large sofas covered with green damask, three bonnets trimmed with feathers and flowers, two glass tumblers for them to drink out of,--for Kitty had decided that mugs were very vulgar things,--six books bound in handsome red morocco, a mahogany table, a large tin saucepan, a spit and silver waiter, a blue coat with gilt buttons, a yellow waistcoat, some pictures, a dozen bottles of wine, a quarter of lamb, cakes, tarts, pies, ale, porter, gin, silk stockings, blue and red and white shoes, lace, ham, mirrors, three clocks, a four-post bedstead, and a bag of sugar candy. These articles filled the cottage and garden; the wagon stood outside the paling. Though the little kitchen was very much encumbered with furniture, they contrived to make a fire in it; and, having eaten a sumptuous dinner, they drank each other's health, using the new tumblers to their great satisfaction. "All these things remind me that we must have another house built," said Kitty. "You may do just as you please about that, my dear," replied her husband, with a bottle of wine in his hand. "My dear," said Kitty, "how vulgar you are! Why don't you drink out of one of our new tumblers, like a gentleman?" The woodman refused, and said it was much more handy to drink it out of the bottle. "Handy, indeed!" retorted Kitty; "yes, and by that means none will be left for me."