When he reached the money-vault, Feldar easily opened the door and walked in. Great bags of gold and silver, each holding about a bushel, were piled up around the walls. Feldar took out his piece of chalk, and marked about a dozen of those bags which held the gold coin.
“Oh, that’s right, good sir,” cried Flipkrak, feeling a little better. “We can send them to you after you go away.”
“What is in those small bags, on that shelf?” asked Feldar.
“Those are diamonds, good sir,” said the agent; “you can mark some of them if you like.”
“I will mark one,” said the giant to the fairy, who was securely nestled in the ruffles of his shirtbosom, “and that I will give to you.”
“To me!” exclaimed Flipkrak, who did not see the fairy; “what does he mean by that?”
“Thank you,” said the little creature, in delight. “Diamonds are so lovely! How glad I am that your grandfather’s uncle died!”
“You shouldn’t say that,” said the giant. “It isn’t proper.”
“But you feel glad, don’t you?” she asked.
“I don’t talk about it, if I do,” said Feldar. Then turning to the dividing-agent, he told him that he thought he had marked all the bags he wanted.