King Midas and The Golden Touch 4
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- Don't cry, sit down and eat your bread and milk!
- Nothing , child, nothing! Eat your milk, before it gets quite cold.
- Ha!
- What is the matter, father?
- Well, this is a quandary! Such a costly breakfast before me, and nothing that can be eaten!
- I don't quite see, how I am to get any breakfast!
- Ah, dear child, I don't know what is to become of your poor father!
- Father, dear father! Pray what is the matter? Have you burnt your mouth?
- My precious, precious Marygold!
- Then, with a sweet and sorrowful impulse to confort him, she started from her chair, and running to Midas, threw her arms affectionately about his knees. He bent down and kissed her. He felt that his little daughter's love was worth a thousand times more than he had gained by the Golden Touch.
- What had he done? How fatal was the gift which the stranger bestowed! The moment the lips of Midas touched Marygold's forehead, a change had taken place. O, terrible misfortune! The victim of his insatiable desire for wealth, little Marygold was a human child no longer, but a golden statue!
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