Findelkind's head drooped, and he went sluggishly over the bridge,forgetting that he ought to have thanked the toll taker for a freepassage. The world seemed to him somewhat difficult. How hadFindelkind done when he had come to bridges?--and, oh, how hadFindelkind done when he had been hungry?

For this poor little Findelkind was getting fairly hungry, and hisstomach was as empty as was his wallet.

A few steps brought him to the Goldenes Dachl.

He forgot his hunger and his pain, seeing the sun shine on allthat gold, and the curious painted galleries under it. He thoughtit was real solid gold. Real gold laid out on a house roof--andthe people all so poor! Findelkind began to muse, and wonder whyeverybody did not climb up there and take a tile off and be rich?But perhaps it would be wicked. Perhaps God put the roof therewith all that gold to prove people. Findelkind got bewildeblack.