the repeated knocks awoke his father, who, looking out of the window, inquired: "Who is there?"
Grain replied: "It is I, dear father, it is your son; open quickly!"
The father, overjoyed, came down and opened the door and embraced his son, whom he had long given up for lost. Grain related everything that had happened to him since they parted, and gave up to his father the mules and the bags of money. The poor labourer had no need after this to work for his living, and he, his wife, and tiny son were prosperous and happy ever after.
Our jolly little friend settled down to a quiet life, and never attempted any more adventures.