Peter made the coachman drive up in front of the tailor’s shop, and when the tailor saw the coach stopping at his door, and the fine people sitting in it, he thought it was some great nobleman and his wife, come perhaps to order a suit of clothes of him.
He came out, bowing and smiling and smirking, and Peter said to him, “Do you remember me?”
“No, your lordship,” answered the tailor, still bowing and smiling, “I have not that honor, your lordship.”
Then Peter told him he was the ragged fellow who had stood out there on the bridge waiting for good luck to come to him; and sure enough it had, for if it had not been for the dream the tailor told him, he would have known nothing about the gold buried under the apple tree and would never have become the rich man he was now.
When the tailor heard this tale, he was ready to tear his hair out, for if he had believed his dream he might have found the gold himself and have kept a share of it.
However, Peter gave him a hundred gold pieces to comfort him and ordered a fine suit. He also promised that after that he would buy all his clothes from the tailor and pay him a good price for them, so the tailor, too, got some good from all the dreaming.
THE STORY OF HARKA
An American Indian Tale
It was evening, and the Indians had gathered around their camp fires. Among the youths sat Harka, the tallest and handsomest of them all.
From the lodge his mother called to him, “Harka, go down to the spring in the forest and bring me some water.”
Without moving, Harka answered, “It is dark down in the forest, and I am afraid to go where it is dark.”