One evening he said to his uncle,

"If I had sixpence I could make my fortune."

"Pooh! nonsense!" exclaimed his uncle, "a sixpence is a small thing.
How then could you make a fortune from it?"

"That I cannot tell you," replied Gilligren, "but if you will give me
the sixpence I will go to London, and not return until I am a rich
man."

"The boy is a fool!" said his uncle, with anger; but the aunt spoke up
quickly.

"Give him the money and let him go," she said, "and then we shall be
well rid of him and no longer be obliged to feed and clothe him at our
expense."

"Well," said her husband, after a moment's thought, "here is the
money; but remember, this is all I shall ever give you, and when it is
gone you must not come to me for more."

"Never fear," replied Gilligren, joyfully, as he put the sixpence in
his pocket, "I shall not trouble you again."

The next morning he cut a short stick to assist him in walking, and
after bidding goodbye to his uncle and aunt he started upon his
journey to London.

"The money will not last him two days," said the man, as he watched