Chapter 29
The Flying TrunkTHERE was once a merchant who was so rich that he could
have paved the whole street with gold, and would even then have had
enough for a small alley. But he did not do so; he knew the value
of money better than to use it in this way. So clever was he, that
every shilling he put out brought him a crown; and so he continued
till he died. His son inherited his wealth, and he lived a merry
life with it; he went to a masquerade every night, made kites out
of five pound notes, and threw pieces of gold into the sea instead
of stones, making ducks and drakes of them. In this manner he soon
lost all his money. At last he had nothing left but a pair of
slippers, an old dressing-gown, and four shillings. And now all his
friends deserted him, they could not walk
