Part 5 (1/2)

He guessed that the man had been robbed.

At last he said: ”I'll give you a sifter this time. Then when you need money all you have to do is to say, 'Sifter, sift!' It will sift out money as freely as if it were flour.”

The man was delighted with the sifter. He sifted his pockets full of money immediately and hurried home. On the way he again spent the night at the inn.

”When I brought my table home it wouldn't work,” he told the innkeeper.

”I took it back and got something in its place which is all right.”

The innkeeper watched him sift out money.

”Why don't I get that sifter?” thought the innkeeper. ”I work very hard serving my guests even though the table provides the food for them. If I had this sifter I wouldn't have to work. I'd close the inn and pa.s.s the rest of my life enjoying the money I'd sift into my pockets so easily.”

That night he stole the sifter and subst.i.tuted another which looked exactly like it.

When the man reached home there was plenty of money in his pockets and his wife and children were happy for a little while. However, he soon wanted to display the magic gifts of his new sifter. Accordingly, he called his family together.

”Sifter, sift,” he commanded.

The sifter behaved just like any ordinary sifter.

”You have been tricked again!” cried his wife. She was very cross indeed and told her husband exactly what she thought of him.

Home was not a comfortable place for him that day, so he decided to hurry back to the king after he had emptied all the money in his pockets into his wife's lap.

”This will supply you for a while,” he said. ”It is quite as much as any ordinary husband would have brought home for a year's work.”

”A woman hates to have her husband made a fool of,” replied the woman as she rolled up the money and tucked it away carefully.

When the king had heard the story he was entirely convinced that the man had an enemy who had stolen both the table and the sifter.

”Where did you spend the night?” he asked.

The man told of pa.s.sing the night in the inn.

”I've heard that innkeeper is going to retire from business, he has become so rich,” said the king. ”You'd better hurry there as fast as you can before he leaves town.”

The laborer nodded his head thoughtfully, a wise look creeping into his eyes.

”Take these pinchers,” ordered the king. ”Use them on that innkeeper until he gives back the table and the sifter.”

When the innkeeper was sore and black and blue from the pinchers he gave back the table and the sifter.

After that there were prosperous days indeed for the king's laborer.

Whenever the children were hungry, he would say: ”Table, set yourself,”

and immediately the table would be full of the most delicious food.

Whenever his wife said, ”I need some money,” he would call out, ”Sifter, sift,” and the sifter would sift out money as freely and easily as if it were flour.