Once upon a time there was a merchant who was so rich that he could have used his silver dollars to pave a whole street, and the extra could have been used to pave an alley. But he did not do so: he had other ways to use his money, he took out a mill, must earn back some money. He was such a merchant - and then he died. His son now inherited all the money; he lived happily; he went to costume dances every night, made kites out of paper money, and used gold coins - not stone chips - to play dr...