The mountain goblin accepted the invitation, and promised to come. They usually do, said the boy, and opened the bag. The imp poured money into it. The boy lifted the bag. Then all the money in the large money kettle was poured into the bag.
Nobody gives more most less.
Let me know, now, said the mountain goblin, the great guests you are expecting. Three priests and one bishop, said the boy. Well, then comes our Lord. I shall therefore, while they are in, slink away a little. Thank your master for the invitation, but I would rather stay at home.