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V . The Golden Garden Midas is so happy that the palace feels too small for him . He walks down the stairs . His hand is on the rail . The rail turns to gold under his hand . Midas smiles . He opens the door to the garden . The handle is brass , but when he takes his fingers off it , it is gold . He goes out into the garden . The garden is full of roses . They are red and pink and white , and they smell sweet in the morning wind . They are soft and quiet and lovely . But Midas has a better idea . “ They are pretty , ” he thinks . “ But I can make them better ! ” He goes from bush to bush and touches every rose . Soon every rose is gold . There are little worms in some of the roses . They are gold now too . The garden shines , and Midas smiles . “ Now it is a real garden , ” he says . “ Now it is worth something ! ” Then a servant calls from the palace door . “ Your Majesty ! Breakfast is ready ! ” Midas is very hungry after all his work in the fresh morning air . He hurries back to the palace . VI . Breakfast On the table , there are hot cakes and little fish from the river . There are hot potatoes , eggs and a pot of coffee . For Marygold , there is a bowl of bread and milk . Marygold is not at the table yet . “ Call my daughter , ” Midas tells a servant . He sits down and waits for her . This morning , he loves her even more than usual , because he is so happy . Soon he hears her in the hall . She is crying ! That is strange . Marygold almost never cries . “ I know , ” thinks Midas . “ I will make her happy with a nice surprise . ” He touches her bowl . It is a pretty white bowl with little pictures of trees and houses on it . At once , it is shining gold . Marygold comes in slowly . She has her apron over her eyes . “ What is it , my little lady ? ” asks Midas . “ Why are you crying on this lovely morning ? ” Marygold only holds out her hand . In it , there is one of the new gold roses . “ How beautiful ! ” says her father . “ Why does this lovely gold rose make you cry ? ” “ Oh , Father ! ” says Marygold . “ It is not beautiful ! It is the ugliest flower in the world ! This morning , I ran into the garden . I wanted to pick some roses for you . You like them best when I pick them . But something terrible happened ! All the lovely roses are yellow and hard . They don’t smell sweet . They don’t smell at all ! What is wrong with them ? ” Midas feels bad . He doesn’t want to say , “ I did it . ”
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