King Midas and The Golden Touch 3
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- It is no great matter, nevertheless. The Golden Touch is worth the sacrifice of a pair of spectacles, at least, if not of one's very eyesight.
- Everything he was touching it was changing to gold.
- Ah, dear father! It is not beautiful, but the ugliest flower that ever grew!
- Beautiful! And what is there in this magnificient golden rose to make you cry?
- How now, my little lady! Pray what is the matter with you, this bright morning?
- Wise King Midas was so exalted by his good fortune, that the palace seemed not sufficiently spacious to contain him. He emerged into the garden.
- I don't care for such roses as this! It has no smell, and the hard petals prick my nose!
- Poh, my dear little girl pray don't cry about it!
- But Midas Knew a way to make them far more precious. So he start changing everything to gold.
- Meanwhile, Marygold slowly and disconsolately opened the door, and showed herself with her apron at her eyes, still sobbing as if her heart would break.
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