But the brandy went up in price, and the taverner said that he must have fourpence for the half-pint. They were greatly annoyed at this, for there were only the three of them to share it, and none of them was willing to pay the extra penny. As they went home from the church that day they decided to wager with each other as to whose husband was the most stupid, and the one who, on the following Sunday, should be judged to have played her husband the greatest trick should thereafter go free from paying, and each of the two others would give twopence for their Sunday’s half-pint. Next day the tailor’s wife said to her husband, ‘I have some girls coming to-day to help to card my wool there is a great deal to do, and we must be very busy. I am so annoyed that our watchdog is dead, for in the evening the young fellows will come about to get fun with the girls, and they will get nothing done. If we had only had a fierce watchdog he would have kept them away.’ ‘Yes,’ said the man, ‘that would have been a good thing.’ ‘Listen, good man,’ said the wife, ‘you must just be the watchdog yourself, and scare the fellows away from the house.’ The husband was not very sure about this, although otherwise he was always ready to give in to her. ‘Oh yes, you will see it will work all right,’ said the wife. And so towards evening she got the tailor dressed up in a shaggy fur coat, tied a black woollen cloth round his head, and chained him up beside the dog’s kennel.’ There he stood and barked and growled at everyone that moved in his neighbourhood. The neighbour wives knew all about this, and were greatly amused at it. On the day after this the carpenter had been out at work, and came home quite merry; but as soon as he entered the house his wife clapped her hands together and cried, ‘My dear, what makes you look like that? You are ill.’ The carpenter knew nothing about being ill; he only thought that he wanted something to eat, so he sat down at the table and began his dinner. His wife sat straight in front of him, with her hands folded, and shook her head, and looked at him with an anxious air. ‘You are getting worse, my dear,’ she said; ‘you are quite pale now; you have a serious illness about you; I can see it by your looks.’ The husband now began to grow anxious, and thought that perhaps he was not quite well. ‘No, indeed,’ said she; ‘it’s high time that you were in bed.’ She then got him to lie down, and piled above him all the bedclothes she could find, and gave him various medicines, while he grew worse and worse. ‘You will never get over it,’ said she; ‘I am afraid you are going to die.’ ‘Do you think so?’ said the carpenter; ‘I can well believe it, for I am indeed very poorly.’ In a little while she said again, ‘Ah, now I must part with you. Here comes Death. Now I must close your eyes.’ And she did so.