"Oh," said the gardener; "but who put these into the sack, I wonder?"
"That is just what puzzles me," the Khoja replied; "I was thinking about it when you came in."
Tale 32.—The Spurting Fountain.
One summer's day the Khoja had come a long way, and was very hot and thirsty. By and by he perceived a fountain, of which the pipe was stopped up with a piece of wood.
"Now I shall quench my thirst," said the Khoja, and he pulled out the stopper, on which the water rushed out with vehement force over the Khoja's head, and drenched him in a moment.
"Ah!" cried the Khoja angrily, "it's because of your running so madly that they have stuck that stick into you, I suppose."
Tale 33.—Well-meant Soup.
One day as the Khoja was returning home he met a party of students walking together.
"Good-evening, Effendis!" said he. "Pray come home with me, and we will have some soup."