Ignácz Kúnos

Once upon a time, when the servants of Allah were many, there lived a Padishah, who had one son and one daughter. The Padishah grew old, his time came, and he died; his son ruled in his stead, and he had not ruled very long before he had squandered away his whole inheritance. One day he said to his sister, "Little sister! all our money is spent. If people were to hear that we had nothing left they would drive us out of doors, and we should never be...