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FLANAGAN COMPANY\n\n                                CHICAGO\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n                         Daffydowndilly and the\n                              Golden Touch\n\n\n\n\n                               ADAPTED BY\n                           ALPHA BANTA BENSON\n\n\n\n\n                             ILLUSTRATED BY\n                           JAMES HARVEY DULIN\n\n\n\n\n                                  1923\n                          _A. FLANAGAN COMPANY\n                                CHICAGO_\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY A. FLANAGAN COMPANY\n\n\n\n\n                Printed in the United States of America\n\n\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n                  DAFFYDOWNDILLY AND THE GOLDEN TOUCH\n\n\n\n\n                           THE GOLDEN TOUCH.\n\n\nThere was once a king who was very rich. His name was Midas. King Midas\nloved gold better than anything else in the world. There was nothing he\nloved half so well except his little daughter, Marygold. He thought,\nfoolish man, that the way to show this love, was to get for her as much\ngold as he could.\n\nDown deep under his castle, was a small, dark room. In this room King\nMidas kept his gold. Every day he went there to look at it.\n\nHe was always careful to lock the door, so that no one could follow him.\nThis room was a very dreary place. Only one little sunbeam ever thought\nof peeping into it. King Midas loved this little sunbeam, because his\ngold could not shine without it.\n\nHe used to put his treasure right where the little ray would fall upon\nit. Then he would play with the pieces of gold, throwing them up and\ncatching them again. He had a large bowl of solid gold. It was so bright\nthat he could see himself in it. He would sit for hours and look at his\nface in this rich mirror. Sometimes the face seemed to be making fun of\nhim. Then he would lay it aside.\n\nNext, he would bring out his bags of gold dust and let the dust run\nthrough his fingers, as a child plays with sand. He often said to\nhimself:\n\n\u201cOh, I wish I had the whole world for my treasure-room, and full of gold\nall my own; then I could be happy.\u201d\n\nOne day while he was looking at his gold, he thought the sunbeam grew\nlarger. It seemed to fill the whole room. The rays danced in the corners\nlike fairies. King Midas looked up. There stood a beautiful young man\nnear the door. His face was so bright that the king shaded his eyes with\nhis hands as he looked.\n\n\u201cYou are a very rich man, friend Midas. With all this gold you ought to\nbe the happiest man in the world.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Midas, \u201cI have done very well; but it has taken almost a\nlifetime to get this. Now, if I could live a thousand years, I might get\nrich!\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, haven\u2019t you enough yet?\u201d asked the young man, opening his eyes\nvery wide.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d said Midas.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said the stranger, \u201cI should like to know what would satisfy\nyou. Will you be kind enough to tell me?\u201d\n\nThe king thought for a time and then said:\n\n\u201cIf I could have my way, everything I touch would turn to gold.\u201d\n\n\u201cAre you quite sure this would satisfy you?\u201d asked the young man.\n\n\u201cSure of it?\u201d cried Midas. \u201cWhy shouldn\u2019t it satisfy me?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd are you sure you would never be sorry you made such a wish?\u201d said\nthe stranger.\n\n\u201cHow could I be sorry? I tell you I should be the happiest man in the\nworld.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well,\u201d said the stranger, \u201cto-morrow, at sunrise, you will have\nthe Golden Touch.\u201d\n\n[Illustration:\n\n  \u201cIN THIS ROOM KING MIDAS KEPT HIS GOLD\u201d\n]\n\nWhen King Midas awoke the next morning a little sunbeam shone on his\nbed. He put out his hand and touched the coverlet. It was changed to\ngold. With a cry of joy he sprang from his bed.\n\n\u201cHurrah! I have the Golden Touch,\u201d he cried.\n\nHe ran about touching everything in the room. Of course they all turned\nto gold. Then he dressed himself and was delighted to find that his\nclothes had become beautiful garments of gold. He put on his spectacles,\nbut could not see through them. Taking them off and rubbing them he saw\nthat the glass had become plates of gold.\n\nAs he went down stairs, he put his hand on the railing. It turned to\ngold.\n\nHe opened the door and went into the garden. The roses were nodding in\nthe fresh morning breeze; the air was filled with their sweet perfume.\nBut King Midas did not care for this. What do you think he did? Why, he\nchanged everyone of those roses into hard, shining gold. The dew drops\nbecame diamonds.\n\nThen he went back to the house. Breakfast was ready. Marygold had not\nyet come in, so he had her called. She always had bread and milk for her\nbreakfast. She ate it out of a beautiful china bowl. This bowl had\nstrange trees and houses painted upon it. While the father waited for\nher, he thought he would change her bowl to gold.\n\n\u201cThat will please her,\u201d thought he.\n\nJust then he heard her coming. The door opened and she came in. She had\nher apron to her eyes and was crying as if her heart would break.\n\n\u201cWhy, what is the matter my dear child?\u201d asked the king.\n\n\u201cOh, my beautiful roses! They are all ugly and yellow,\u201d cried she. \u201cWhen\nI try to smell them, their hard petals prick my nose.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, dear, don\u2019t cry about it. Sit down and eat your bread and milk.\u201d\n\nThey both sat down to the table. He thought she would forget about the\nroses, when she saw her golden bowl; but she was too sad to notice it.\nPerhaps it was best that she did not, for she had always been so fond of\nlooking at the pictures upon it. These faded as soon as the bowl was\nchanged to gold.\n\nHis walk in the garden had given the king a good appetite. His breakfast\nof baked potatoes, fish, hot cakes and coffee looked very good indeed.\n\n\u201cWell, this is nice,\u201d he said, as he poured out a cup of coffee. He\nsmiled when he saw the coffee pot turn to gold.\n\n\u201cI shall soon have nothing but gold on my table,\u201d thought he, and began\nto wonder where he could keep his treasure.\n\nHe raised the cup of coffee to his lips. That, too, turned to gold. Of\ncourse he could not drink it. He set the cup down quickly. Marygold\nlooked up and asked,\n\n\u201cWhat is the matter, father?\u201d\n\n\u201cNothing, child, nothing,\u201d said the king.\n\nHe thought he would try one of the fish. As soon as he touched it, it\nbecame hard and bright. Then he broke one of the cakes. It became yellow\nand heavy.\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t quite see how I am to get any breakfast,\u201d thought the king.\n\nHe looked at Marygold. She was quietly eating her bread and milk. How he\nlonged to have just one bite! What good would all this gold do him, if\nhe could not eat anything?\n\nThe potatoes looked so tempting that he thought he would try again.\n\n\u201cPerhaps I can swallow so quickly, that a potato will not have time to\nturn to gold,\u201d thought he.\n\nPoor foolish Midas! He popped one into his mouth, but it changed as soon\nas he touched it. The hot gold burned him so that he jumped up and cried\nout with pain.\n\n\u201cWhy, what is the matter, dear father?\u201d cried Marygold. \u201cHave you burned\nyourself?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, my child,\u201d said the king, \u201cI don\u2019t know what is to become of your\npoor father!\u201d\n\nMarygold got down from her chair and ran to him. By this time Midas\nhated the very sight of gold. He felt that Marygold was all he had to\nlove now. He took her in his arms and kissed her.\n\nOh, unhappy Midas! Marygold, too, had become hard, shining gold. There\nwere the tears still on her cheeks; they were little lumps of gold now.\nEverything was the same, even the pretty dimple in her chin.\n\nPoor Midas! His heart was almost broken. He threw himself upon the floor\nand tried to pray. The words would not come.\n\nAll at once the room grew very bright. Midas raised his head. There\nstood the stranger who had given him the Golden Touch. His face was sad,\nyet Midas thought he saw a smile there, too, as he said:\n\n\u201cWell, friend Midas, how do you like the Golden Touch?\u201d\n\n\u201cHush!\u201d cried the king. \u201cI hate the very name of gold!\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, how is this?\u201d asked the stranger. \u201cHave you not enough yet?\u201d\n\n\u201cEnough!\u201d cried the king. \u201cToo much! I wish I might never see gold\nagain. Gold is not everything. See,\u201d said he, pointing to Marygold. \u201cI\nwould give all the gold in the world, just to see her smile again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are sure you have had enough of the Golden Touch?\u201d asked the\nstranger.\n\nMidas\u2019 look showed that he thought the question a very foolish one.\n\n\u201cTake a vase,\u201d said the young man, \u201cand go to the river that runs by\nyour garden; jump head first into the river and fill the vase with the\nwater; then put a few drops of it on anything you have changed to gold.\nIt will become as it was before,\u201d and the stranger was gone.\n\nYou may be sure the king lost no time. He took a vase, and running to\nthe river, jumped in. As soon as he touched the water his heart seemed\nto grow light. He was glad to see the vase become china again.\n\nHe filled it and went quickly to the house. The first thing he did was\nto sprinkle a little water over Marygold. As soon as it touched her, her\ncheeks became pink and her blue eyes opened wide.\n\n\u201cWhy are you throwing water on me, father?\u201d she cried. \u201cYou will soil my\npretty dress.\u201d\n\nThe king said nothing. He did not want her to know how foolish he had\nbeen. He took her in his arms and kissed her many times.\n\nWhile she went to put on another dress, he took the vase into the garden\nand put a few drops of water on each flower. When Marygold came out she\nwas delighted to see them bowing to her as if nothing had been wrong.\n\nThe king did not stop until he had put water on everything he had turned\nto gold. Then he remembered that he was very hungry. Never had he eaten\nanything half so good as that breakfast. He was a happy man now.\n\nTwo things were left to remind him of the Golden Touch. The sand in the\nriver sparkled like gold, and Marygold\u2019s hair, which had once been\nbrown, now had a tinge of gold. As this made her more beautiful, Midas\nwas not sorry. He used to say it was the only gold he cared for now.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                         LITTLE DAFFYDOWNDILLY.\n\n\nThere was once a little boy whose name was Daffydowndilly. Isn\u2019t that a\npretty name? Well, Daffydowndilly was a very pretty little boy. He had\nbright blue eyes and his cheeks were like roses, while his hair made one\nthink of spun gold.\n\nYou think his name sounds like the name of a flower? So it does. That is\nwhy it was such a good name for this little boy. He looked like a bright\nflower. He often played in the meadows all day long. He liked to do only\nwhat was easy and pleasant.\n\nDaffydowndilly\u2019s mother was very kind to him. Her sweet face always wore\na smile for the little boy. Indeed, I do not think he knew what a frown\nwas.\n\nBut Daffydowndilly could not always play. Like all little boys, he was\nsoon old enough to go to school, and then was sent away from his\npleasant home to a school so many miles away, that he had to stay there\nall the time. The schoolmaster\u2019s name was Mr. Toil.\n\nDaffydowndilly had never before seen a face like Mr. Toil\u2019s. There were\nsuch deep lines in it. How he frowned on the lazy boys! How harsh his\nvoice was when he spoke to them!\n\nDaffydowndilly had been at school but a week when he said to himself, \u201cI\ndon\u2019t like to go to school. I\u2019m afraid of Mr. Toil. I don\u2019t like to\nwork. I want to play. I\u2019ll run away.\u201d\n\nSo the very next morning, Daffydowndilly ran away. He had some bread and\ncheese for his breakfast and a little money in his pocket.\n\nHow glad he was to get away from school! He felt like a bird out of its\ncage.\n\nHe had not gone far when he overtook a man who, also, was walking.\n\n\u201cGood morning, my boy,\u201d said the stranger. \u201cWhere are you going so\nearly?\u201d\n\nNow, Daffydowndilly had never told a falsehood in his life and would not\ntell one now. After looking at the stranger for a moment he said,\n\n\u201cI am running away from school because I do not like the master. His\nname is Mr. Toil, and oh, he is so cross! I want to go where I shall\nnever hear of him again.\u201d\n\n[Illustration:\n\n  \u201cI AM RUNNING AWAY FROM SCHOOL BECAUSE I DO NOT LIKE THE MASTER,\u201d HE\n    SAID\n]\n\n\u201cOh, very well, my little friend,\u201d said the stranger. \u201cWe will go\ntogether. I, too, know Mr. Toil, and should like to find a place where\nhe has never been heard of.\u201d\n\nThis did not quite please Daffydowndilly. He would like a little boy for\nhis companion much better. Then they could stop and gather flowers or\nchase butterflies. That would be so pleasant. But he thought,\n\n\u201cThis man will know better which way to go. He will take care of me and\nkeep me from harm.\u201d\n\nSo he trudged along with the stranger. They had not gone far, when they\ncame to a field where men were at work, cutting the tall grass. Then\nthey spread it out in the sun to dry.\n\nDaffydowndilly was delighted with the sweet smell of the new-mown grass.\nThe sun shown down on the field. The birds sang in the trees near by.\n\n\u201cOh, how beautiful!\u201d cried he. \u201cLet us stop and watch them. I wish I\nmight stay here always. How much nicer it is here, than in that old\nschool room.\u201d\n\nJust then he saw something that made him start back and catch his\ncompanion\u2019s hand.\n\n\u201cQuick, quick!\u201d cried he. \u201cLet us run away or he will catch us!\u201d\n\n\u201cWho will catch us?\u201d asked the stranger.\n\n\u201cMr. Toil, the old schoolmaster,\u201d answered Daffydowndilly. \u201cDon\u2019t you\nsee him in the field there?\u201d\n\nHe pointed to an old man who seemed to be the owner of the field. He had\ntaken off his coat and was working in his shirt sleeves. He did not rest\na moment. All the time he kept saying,\n\n\u201cMake hay while the sun shines, my men.\u201d\n\nSure enough, he did look just like Mr. Toil. His voice, too, was the\nsame, yet Mr. Toil must have been in the school room at that time.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t be afraid,\u201d said the stranger. \u201cThis is not Mr. Toil, the\nschoolmaster. It is one of his brothers. He is a farmer. People say he\nis worse than the schoolmaster. But he won\u2019t trouble you, unless you go\nto work on his farm.\u201d\n\nDaffydowndilly believed this, yet was glad to get away. By-and-by they\nsaw some carpenters building a house. Daffydowndilly wanted to stop\nagain. He loved to watch the men making doors and putting in windows.\nHow neatly they did their work.\n\nIt was a pretty sight to see the shavings roll from under the plane.\nThey looked like ribbons.\n\n\u201cHow nice it would be to have a saw, a hammer, and a plane, and build a\nlittle house for myself,\u201d thought he.\n\nWhile he was thinking what fine fun this would be, he saw something\nwhich made him cry out,\n\n\u201cMake haste. Quick, quick! There he is again!\u201d\n\n\u201cWho?\u201d asked the stranger.\n\n\u201cOld Mr. Toil,\u201d said Daffydowndilly. \u201cThere! Don\u2019t you see him among the\ncarpenters? That\u2019s my old schoolmaster, as sure as I live!\u201d\n\nThe stranger looked where he pointed. He saw an old man with a\ncarpenter\u2019s rule in his hand. He was marking out the work to be done.\nAll the time he was telling the men to work hard. And they sawed and\nhammered and planed as if for their lives.\n\n\u201cOh, no!\u201d said the stranger, \u201cthis is not Mr. Toil, the schoolmaster. It\nis another brother of his. He is a carpenter.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m very glad to hear it,\u201d said Daffydowndilly. \u201cBut I\u2019d like to get\nout of his way as soon as I can.\u201d\n\nSo on they went. Soon they heard the sound of a drum and fife.\nDaffydowndilly knew there must be soldiers coming.\n\n\u201cLet us make haste,\u201d said he, \u201cI want to see the soldiers.\u201d\n\nThey walked as fast as they could, and soon met a company of soldiers.\nThey were gayly dressed, with beautiful feathers in their caps and\ncarried bright guns on their shoulders.\n\nIn front marched two drummers and fifers. How they beat their drums and\nplayed their fifes! What lively music they made! Daffydowndilly thought\nhe would like to follow them to the end of the world.\n\n\u201cIf I were a soldier,\u201d he thought, \u201cMr. Toil would never dare to look me\nin the face.\u201d\n\n\u201cQuick step! Forward march!\u201d shouted a gruff voice.\n\nDaffydowndilly started to run.\n\n\u201cThere he is again,\u201d he cried. \u201cI know his voice.\u201d\n\nDaffydowndilly pointed to the captain. He was, indeed, the very image of\nMr. Toil. To be sure he wore a cap and feather, and carried a sword\ninstead of a stick. But Daffydowndilly was sure it was his old\nschoolmaster.\n\n\u201cYou are mistaken again, my little friend,\u201d said the stranger. \u201cThis is\nnot Mr. Toil, the schoolmaster, but another brother of his. He is a\nsoldier and has been in the army all his life. You and I need not fear\nhim.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said Daffydowndilly, \u201cI\u2019m glad to hear it; but, if you please\nsir, I don\u2019t want to see the soldiers any more.\u201d\n\nOn they went and, by-and-by, came to a house by the roadside. They could\nhear the sound of a fiddle within and, through the open doorway could\nsee boys and girls dancing. They were having a merry time.\nDaffydowndilly thought he had never seen anything half so pretty.\n\n\u201cOh, let us stop here,\u201d he said. \u201cMr. Toil would never dare show his\nface where there is music and dancing. We shall be safe enough here.\u201d\n\nJust then he looked at the fiddler. Whom should he see again but old Mr.\nToil. He had a violin bow instead of a stick, but looked exactly like\nthe old schoolmaster.\n\n\u201cOh, dear me!\u201d said Daffydowndilly, turning pale. \u201cIs there nobody but\nMr. Toil in the whole world! Who would have thought he could play a\nfiddle!\u201d\n\n\u201cThis is not your old schoolmaster,\u201d said the stranger. \u201cThis is another\nbrother of his. He calls himself Mr. Pleasure, but his real name is\nToil. Those who know him best, say he is worse than any of his\nbrothers.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet us go a little farther,\u201d said Daffydowndilly. \u201cI don\u2019t like the\nlooks of this fiddler at all.\u201d\n\nSo they went on through shady lanes and pleasant villages. Everywhere\nthe sky was blue, the sun shone, and the birds sang. But go where they\nwould, there was the image of old Mr. Toil. Whether they stopped at a\ncottage or a mansion, it was all the same. Sometimes they found him in\nthe parlor, very often in the kitchen. He was sure to be there\nsomewhere.\n\nDaffydowndilly was very tired, and seeing some men lying in a shady\nplace by the roadside, he cried,\n\n\u201cOh, let us sit down and rest. Mr. Toil will never come here. He hates\nto see people resting.\u201d\n\nJust then he looked at one of the men. He seemed to be the laziest of\nall. Who should it be again, but the very image of old Mr. Toil.\n\n\u201cThere is a very large family of these Toils,\u201d said the stranger. \u201cThis\nis another one of the schoolmaster\u2019s brothers. He is a very idle fellow\nand does nothing but have, what he calls, a good time, but I think he\nhas a harder time than any of the others.\u201d\n\nDaffydowndilly began to cry.\n\n\u201cOh, take me back! Take me back!\u201d said he. \u201cIf there is nothing but toil\nin the world, I may as well go back to the school house!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, there it is,\u201d said the stranger. And, sure enough, there it was.\n\nYou see they had been going in a circle, instead of a straight line.\n\n\u201cCome, we will go back to school together.\u201d\n\nSomething in the stranger\u2019s voice made Daffydowndilly look at him.\nThere, again, was the face of old Mr. Toil! So the poor boy had been\nwith him all day, even while he was trying so hard to get away from him.\n\nWhen he came to know the schoolmaster better, he found that he was not\nso bad, after all. And when he learned his lessons well, the old\nschoolmaster\u2019s smile was almost as pleasant as was that of his own\nmother.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n \u25cf Transcriber\u2019s Notes:\n    \u25cb Missing or obscured punctuation was silently corrected.\n    \u25cb Typographical errors were silently corrected.\n    \u25cb Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only\n      when a predominant form was found in this book.\n    \u25cb Text that:\n      was in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_);\n      was in bold by is enclosed by \u201cequal\u201d signs (=bold=).","title":"Daffydowndilly and the Golden Touch","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":4000}