“It is real money, after all!” cried the man; “for not a single piece has disappeared.”

When the woman went to the brook that day she looked for the beetle, and, sure enough, there he sat upon the flat stone.

“Are you happy now?” asked the beetle, as the woman paused before him.

“We are very unhappy,” she answered; “for, although you have given us much gold, our good parson says it surely belongs to some one else, and was stolen by you to reward us.”

“Your parson may be a good man,” returned the beetle, with some indignation, “but he certainly is not overwise.  Nevertheless, if you do not want the gold I can take it from you as easily as I gave it.”

“But we do want it!” cried the woman, fearfully.  “That is,” she added, “if it is honestly come by.”

“It is not stolen,” replied the beetle, sulkily, “and now belongs to no one but yourselves.  When you saved my life I thought how I might reward you; and, knowing you to be poor, I decided gold would make you happier than anything else.

“You must know,” he continued, “that although I appear so small and insignificant, I am really king of all the insects, and my people obey my slightest wish.  Living, as they do, close to the ground, the insects often come across gold and other pieces of money which have been lost by men and have fallen into cracks or crevasses or become covered with earth or hidden by grass or weeds.  Whenever my people find money in this way they report the fact to me; but I have always let it lie, because it could be of no possible use to an insect.

“However, when I decided to give you gold I knew just where to obtain it without robbing any of your fellow creatures.  Thousands of insects were at once sent by me in every direction to bring the pieces of lost gold to his hill.  It cost my people several days of hard labor, as you may suppose; but by the time your husband had finished the well the gold began to arrive from all parts of the country, and during the night my subjects dumped it all into the well.  So you may use it with a clear conscience, knowing that you wrong no one.”

This explanation delighted the woman, and when she returned to the house and reported to her husband what the beetle had said he also was overjoyed.

So they at once took a number of the gold pieces and went to the town to purchase provisions and clothing and many things of which they had long stood in need; but so proud were they of their newly acquired wealth that they took no pains to conceal it.  They wanted everyone to know they had money, and so it was no wonder that when some of the wicked men in the village saw the gold they longed to possess it themselves.

“If they spend this money so freely,” whispered one to another, “there must be a great store of gold at their home.”

“That is true,” was the answer.  “Let us hasten there before they return and ransack the house.”