TWILIGHT LAND

end of Nowhere! He can cure any sickness or pain!
He can bring you back from the gates of death! Here is
' Dr. Knowall! Here is Dr. Knowall!”

Now there was avery, very rich man in that town,
whose daughter lay sick to death; and when the news of
this great doctor was brought to his ears, he was for
having him try his hand at curing the girl.

“Very well,” said Simon Agricola, “I will do that, but
you must pay me two thousand golden angels.”

“Two thousand golden angels!” said the rich man;
“that is a great deal of money, but you shall have it if
only you will cure my daughter.”

Simon Agricola drew a little vial from his bosom.
From it he poured just six drops of yellow liquor upon
the girl’s tongue. Then—lo and behold !—up she sat in
bed as well and strong as ever, and asked for a boiled
chicken and a dumpling, by way of something to eat.

“Bless you! Bless you!” said the rich man.

‘Yes, yes; blessings are very good, but I would like to
have my two thousand golden angels,” said Simon Agricola.

“Two thousand golden angels! I said nothing about
two thousand golden angels,” said the rich man; ‘two
thousand fiddlesticks!” said he. ‘Pooh!’ pooh! you
must have been dreaming! See, here are two hundred
silver pennies, and that is enough and more than enough
for six drops of medicine.”

“J want my two thousand golden angels,” said Simon
Agricola.

“You will get nothing but. two hundred pennies,” said
the rich man.

‘7 won't touch one of them,” said Simon Agricola, and
off he marched in a huff.

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