the good hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm. "when i think over it properly," said he to himself, "i have even gained by the exchange; first there is the good roast-meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers; i will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed i shall go to sleep without rocking. how glad my mother will be!"