“Once there lived a poor boy who dwelt in a low cottage by the dark woods. Though he owned little bread and had less gold than the rich squire on the high hill, he kept a cheerful heart. While the grumpy squire wore a dark frown and found the world hard and sour, the humble lad wore a bright smile and was never sad for long. ‘Is it true or false that gold brings joy?’ wondered the lad. One bitter winter evening, an old traveler knocked at the squire’s gate. The proud squire gave him wrong directions and sour rebukes; but the boy welcomed him with soft hay and sweet honey from his hive. He gave much of what he had, asking for no more. The grateful traveler turned to the boy with a glad voice and said: ‘You know what is right and noble, my son; kindness is the truest wealth.’”