From it he
poured just six drops of yellow liquor upon the girl's tongue.
Then--lo and behold!--up she sat in bed as well and strong as
ever, and asked for a boiled chicken and a dumpling, by way of
something to eat.
"Bless you! Bless you!" said the rich man.
"Yes, yes; blessings are very good, but I would like to have my
two thousand golden angels," said Simon Agricola.
"Two thousand golden angels! I said nothing about two thousand
golden angels," said the rich man; "two thousand fiddlesticks!"
said he. "Pooh! Pooh! You must have been dreaming! See, here are
two hundred silver pennies, and that is enough and more than
enough for six drops of medicine."
"I want my two thousand golden angels," said Simon Agricola.
"You will get nothing but two hundred pennies," said the rich
man.
"I won't touch one of them," said Simon Agricola, and off he
marched in a huff.
But Babo had kept his eyes open. Simon Agricola had laid down the
vial upon the table, and while they were saying this and that
back and forth, thinking of nothing else, Babo quietly slipped it
into his own pocket, without any one but himself being the wiser.
Down the stairs stumped the doctor with Babo at his heels. There
stood the cook waiting for them.
"Look," said he, "my wife is sick in there; won't you cure her,
too?"
"Pooh!" said Simon Agricola; and out he went, banging the door
behind him.
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