Now on the last Sunday in Shravan, when husband and wife went to lie down, the former noticed a light shining under the bed.  He looked to see what it was, and saw several platefuls of jewels.  He asked his wife whence they had come.  Now they were really the uneaten breakfasts, which the god Shiva had turned into gold and jewels.  But the naughty little wife got very frightened and told her husband a bigger story than ever.  “They are presents,” she said, “from my mother and father and their family.”  “But where is your father’s house?” asked the husband.  “It is in the sandy island,” said the little wife, “which lies in the dry bed of the river.”  “You must take me there,” said her husband.  Next morning they started off together.  And the naughty little wife could hardly walk, she was so frightened.  For she knew quite well that her father had no house in the sandy island.  But on the way she prayed to Shiva, “Please, please, god Shiva, create a house for my father in the sandy island which lies in the dry bed of the river, even if it be only for half an hour.”

At last the husband and wife came to the sandy island.  And there, lo and behold! they saw a great big palace, and a splendidly dressed young man came forward and greeted the disciple as his brother-in-law.  And a handsome old knight came forward and greeted the disciple as his son-in-law.  And a beautiful young woman greeted the naughty little wife as the sister of her husband.  And a lovely little girl ran up and embraced her and called her “sister.”  And slave girls and maid-servants ran forward to offer her their service.  A guard of soldiers kept watch by the palace, and at the door there were sentries, who made way for them as they passed.  Inside the house the little wife and her husband were given platforms to sit upon, and a splendid feast was all ready prepared for them to eat.  After they had feasted, they got up and said good-bye to the little wife’s father and mother, and garlands of flowers were placed round their necks, and they started for their home.  When they had gone half-way, the naughty little wife remembered that she had hung her garland on a peg and had forgotten to bring it with her.  So she and her husband went back to the sandy island.  But when they got there, there was no palace, there were no soldiers to guard it, there were no sentries at the door, there were no maid-servants nor slave girls.  There was nothing there but just a sandy island in the middle of a dry river-bed.  And on the sand lay the garland which the naughty little wife had forgotten.  She took it up and put it round her neck.

But her husband asked her, “What has happened to your father’s house?” The naughty little wife replied, all in tears, “As it came, so it went.  But if you promise to forgive me, I shall tell you.”  The husband promised.  So she told him how every Monday she had felt so hungry and how she had cooked her breakfast, and then, on hearing her husband’s voice, had pushed it under