The Pot of Gold

Pot of Gold, The

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Author: Mary E. Wilkins
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SHORT STORY
THE POT OF GOLD
AND OTHER STORIES

BY

MARY E. WILKINS
Author of "A New England Nun," "A Humble Romance," etc.

ILLUSTRATED BOSTON D LOTHROP COMPANY 1893

COPYRIGHT, 1892, BY D. LOTHROP COMPANY.

SHORT STORY

CONTENTS.
THE POT OF GOLD THE COW WITH GOLDEN HORNS
PRINCESS ROSETTA AND THE POP-CORN MAN. I. THE
PRINCESS ROSETTA II. THE POP-CORN MAN THE CHRISTMAS
MONKS THE PUMPKIN GIANT THE CHRISTMAS
MASQUERADE DILL THE SILVER HEN TOBY THE
PATCHWORK SCHOOL THE SQUIRE'S SIXPENCE A PLAIN
CASE A STRANGER IN THE VILLAGE THE BOUND GIRL
DEACON THOMAS WALES'S WILL THE ADOPTED DAUGHTER

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
Flax looks into the Pot of Gold _Frontis._ The settle and the kettle
Drusilla and her gold-horned cow A Knight of the Golden Bee The
princess was not in the basket! The bee guards patrolled the city "You!"
cried the baron scornfully Both the king and queen were obliged to pop
Going into the chapel The boys read the notice The prince and Peter are
examined by the monks The boys at work in the convent garden The
prince runs away He picked up an enormous young Plantagenet and
threw it at him They were all over the field Then the king knighted him

on the spot There never was anything like the fun at the mayor's
Christmas ball Their parents stared in great distress "I will go and tend
my geese!" She sang it beautifully A strange sad state of things Nan
returns with the umbrellas Such frantic efforts to get away Dame
Elizabeth stared with astonishment The count thinks himself insulted
The snow was quite deep Two by two The snow man's house
Puss-in-the-corner To the rescue "I'll put this right in your face
and--melt you!" Letitia stood before uncle Jack School children in
Pokonoket Pokonoket in stormy weather Toby and the crazy loon Toby
ran till he was out of breath The patchwork woman The patchwork girl
Julia was arrested on Christmas Day Julia entertains the ambassador
through the keyhole The grandmothers enjoy the Chinese toys
"Six"--she began feebly "What!" said Squire Bean suddenly Little
Patience obeys the squire's summons Watching for the coach "Just look
here!" said Willy's sweet voice The little stranger She almost fainted
from cold and exhaustion A conveyance is found

* * * * *
THE POT OF GOLD.
* * * * *

THE POT OF GOLD.
The Flower family lived in a little house in a broad grassy meadow,
which sloped a few rods from their front door down to a gentle, silvery
river. Right across the river rose a lovely dark green mountain, and
when there was a rainbow, as there frequently was, nothing could have
looked more enchanting than it did rising from the opposite bank of the
stream with the wet, shadowy mountain for a background. All the
Flower family would invariably run to their front windows and their
door to see it.
The Flower family numbered nine: Father and Mother Flower and

seven children. Father Flower was an unappreciated poet, Mother
Flower was very much like all mothers, and the seven children were
very sweet and interesting. Their first names all matched beautifully
with their last name, and with their personal appearance. For instance,
the oldest girl, who had soft blue eyes and flaxen curls, was called Flax
Flower; the little boy, who came next, and had very red cheeks and
loved to sleep late in the morning, was called Poppy Flower, and so on.
This charming suitableness of their names was owing to Father Flower.
He had a theory that a great deal of the misery and discord in the world
comes from things not matching properly as they should; and he
thought there ought to be a certain correspondence between all things
that were in juxtaposition to each other, just as there ought to be
between the last two words of a couplet of poetry. But he found, very
often, there was no correspondence at all, just as words in poetry do not
always rhyme when they should. However, he did his