"Have you never heard that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?..."
"A pot of gold?" cried out the whole village of Twelve-trees.
"Yes," he answered, "a pot of gold! I know where it is, and I am going to find it."
And he moved on his way.
Then the villagers looked at one another, and said over and over again, "A pot of gold!"
And they took cloaks and walking-staves and set out to accompany the old visitor; but when they reached the outskirts of the village there was no sign of him. He had mysteriously disappeared.
But the children never forgot the rainbows.