“Now here’s a fine job,” thought the happy cobbler. “He’s going to get me to make a grand pair of boots, and won’t he pay me well!”
But the rich man did not want boots or anything. He had come to give, not to get. In his hand he had a leather bag filled with something that jingled. “Here, cobbler,” said the rich man, “I have brought you a present of a hundred crowns.”
“A hundred crowns!” cried the cobbler; “but I’ve done nothing. Why do you give me this money?”
“Oh, it’s because you’re always so happy.”
“And you’ll never ask it back?”
“Never.”
“Nor bring lawyers about it and put me in prison?”
“No, no. Why should I?”
“Well, then, I’ll take the money, and I thank you very, very much.”
