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my brother, I do not want to sit down. I have come
hither to invite thee to us, thee and thy wife.’—
“Wherefore?” asked the rich brother.—The poor
man said: “My wife prays thee, and I pray thee
also, to come and dine with us of thy courtesy.”—
“Good!” replied the rich brother, smiling secretly.
“T will come whatever thy dinner may be.”

So the rich man went with his wife to the poor
man, and already from afar they perceived that the
poor man had grown rich. And the poor man
rejoiced greatly when he saw his rich brother in his
house. And his tongue was loosened, and he began
to show him everything whatsoever he possessed.
The rich man was amazed that things were going so
well with his brother, and asked him how he had
managed to get on so. But the poor man answered :
“Don’t ask me, brother. I have more to show thee
yet.” Then he took him to his copper money, and
said: “ There are my oats, brother!” Then he took
and showed him his silver money, and said: ‘ That's
the sort of barley I thresh on my threshing-floor !”
And, last of all, he took him to his gold money, and
said: “There, my dear brother, is the best wheat
I’ve got.”—Then the rich brother shook his head, not
once nor twice, and marveiled at the sight of so many
good things, and he said : “‘ Wherever didst thou pick
up all this, my brother?”—“Oh! I’ve more than