But when the dawn grew red,
They crept back through the shadow door,
Across the firelight-chequered floor,
And scrambled back to bed.
The Bargain Shop
By Cynthia Asquith.
I
Once upon a time there lived a man called Anselm, who used several times an hour to stamp his foot and cry out: “I must be rich! I must be rich!” He was married to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and, since he had enough to eat and a weatherproof house, and had neither aches nor pains, he should have been happy for 365 days in each year. But his unceasing longing for great wealth spoilt everything, and even on fine days he went about looking as discontented as though he were hungry.