Suddenly the woman spoke.

“Husband, the beetle said truly when he declared we should get something more precious than water from the well.  But run at once and take away the handle from the pump, lest anyone should pass this way and discover our secret.”

So the man ran to the pump and removed the handle, which he carried to the house and hid underneath the bed.

They hardly slept a wink that night, lying awake to think of their good fortune and what they should do with their store of yellow gold.  In all their former lives they had never possessed more than a few dollars at a time, and now the cracked teapot was nearly full of gold coins.

The following day was Sunday, and they arose early and ran to see if their treasure was safe.  There it lay, heaped snugly within the teapot, and they were so willing to feast their eyes upon it that it was long before the man could leave it to build the fire or the woman to cook the breakfast.

While they ate their simple meal the woman said: 

“We will go to church to-day and return thanks for the riches that have come to us so suddenly.  And I will give the pastor one of the gold pieces.”

“It is well enough to go to church,” replied her husband, “and also to return thanks.  But in the night I decided how we will spend all our money; so there will be none left for the pastor.”

“We can pump more,” said the woman.

“Perhaps; and perhaps not,” he answered, cautiously.  “What we have we can depend upon, but whether or not there be more in the well I cannot say.”

“Then go and find out,” she returned, “for I am anxious to give something to the pastor, who is a poor man and deserving.”

So the man got the pump handle from beneath the bed, and, going to the pump, fitted it in place.  Then he set a large wooden bucket under the spout and began to pump.  To their joy the gold pieces soon began flowing into the pail, and, seeing it about to run over the brim, the woman brought another pail.  But now the stream suddenly stopped, and the man said, cheerfully: 

“That is enough for to-day, good wife!  We have added greatly to our treasure, and the parson shall have his gold piece.  Indeed, I think I shall also put a coin into the contribution box.”

Then, because the teapot would hold no more gold, the farmer emptied the pail into the wood-box, covering the money with dried leaves and twigs, that no one might suspect what lay underneath.

Afterward they dressed themselves in their best clothing and started for the church, each taking a bright gold piece from the teapot as a gift to the pastor.

Over the hill and down into the valley beyond they walked, feeling so gay and light-hearted that they did not mind the distance at all.  At last they came to the little country church and entered just as the services began.

Being proud of their wealth and of the gifts they had brought for the pastor, they could scarcely wait for the moment when the deacon passed the contribution box.  But at last the time came, and the farmer held his hand high over the box and dropped the gold piece so that all the congregation could see what he had given.  The woman did likewise, feeling important and happy at being able to give the good parson so much.