The boy on the first floor and the boy in the garret each got just as many kisses from his parents, and just as much sunshine from our Lord but still they were placed a little differently,-one down-stairs, and one up. The warehouseman, a right sound fellow, and good to the bottom of his heart, and his wife, an honest and industrious woman, were blessed by all who knew them how lucky they were at getting their little boy, and he was called “PEER !”1
At the font the little boy was called “FELIX,” which means in Latin “lucky,” and that he was, and his parents still more. Everybody congratulated these two people on now having a little son, who would grow up, and, like his father, be rich and happy. The rich merchant was a very considerate, good man his wife, delicate and gentle-born, dressed well, was pious, and, besides, was kind and good to the poor. And here too there was a heap outside the door, quite accidentally but it was not a gold-heap-it was a heap of sweepings. The warehouseman and his wife lived up there, and here too there entered just then a little son, given by our Lord, brought by the stork, and exhibited by the mother. There was great joy from cellar up to the garret and up there, there was still greater joy an hour or two afterward. This little fellow had arrived in the rich house.
That was a sign of wealth, and there was wealth inside there folks said that the merchant was a man who could just put away two barrels of gold in his best parlor yes, could put a heap of gold-pieces, as a savings bank against the future, outside the door of the room where his little son was born. On the principal street there stood a fine old-fashioned house the wall about the court-yard had bits of glass worked into it, so that when the sun or moon shone, it was as if covered with diamonds.
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