stable belonging to his cottage, carried the bags into his house, and spread the gold coin out upon the floor before his wife.
His wife delighted with possessing, so much money, wanted to count it, but finding it would take up too much time, she was resolved to measure it; and running to the house of Ali Baba’s brother, she entreated him to lend her a small measure.
Cassim’s wife was very proud and very envious: “I wonder” said she to herself, “what sort of grain such poor people can have to measure; but I am determined I will find out what they are doing.” So before she gave the measure, she artfully rubbed the bottom with some suet.
Away ran Ali Baba’s wife, measured the money, and having helped her husband to bury it in the yard, she carried back the measure to her brother-in-law’s house, without perceiving that a piece of gold was left sticking to the bottom of it.
“Fine doings, indeed!” cried Cassim’s wife to her husband, after examining the measure, your brother there who pretends to be so very poor, is richer than you are, for he does not count his money, but measures it.
Cassim hearing these words, and seeing the piece of gold, grew as envious as his
