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old son, whom she left and busied herself in cooking rice. Presently the man said to her, “Come, let us go to bed;” and she, “My son is sitting looking at us.” Quoth the man, “He is a little child, understanding not neither knowing how to speak.” “Thou wouldst not say thus,” answered the woman, “if thou knewest his intelligence.” When the boy saw that the rice was done, he fell to weeping bitterly, and his mother said to him, “What ails thee to weep, O my son?” “Give me some rice,” answered he, “and put butter in it.” So she ladled him out somewhat of rice and put butter therein; and he ate a little, then began to weep again. Quoth she, “What ails thee now?” and he answered, saying, “O my mother, I want some sugar with my rice.” At this the man was angered and said to him, “Thou art none other than a curst child.” “It is thou who art curst,” answered the boy, “seeing thou weariest thyself and journeyest from city to city, in quest of lewdness. As for me, I wept because I had somewhat in my eye, and my weeping brought it out; and now I have eaten rice with butter and sugar and am content; so which is the curst of us twain?” The man was confounded at this rebuke from a little child and grace entered him and he repented. Wherefore he laid not a finger on the woman, but went out from her forthright and returned to his own country, where he lived a contrite life till he died.
As for the story of the five-year-old child,’ continued the prince, ‘I have heard tell, O King, that
THE STOLEN PURSE.
Four merchants once owned a thousand dinars in common; so they laid them in one purse and set out to buy goods therewith. On their way, they happened on a beautiful garden; so they left the purse with a woman
