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 lebleb!" cried the fool.—"But where's thy little table?"—"They stole it."

The big-lipped Jinn again popped down, and when he rose out of the spring again he had a little mill in his hand. This he gave to the fool and said to him: "Grind it to the right and gold will flow out of it, grind it to the left and it will give thee silver." So the youth took the mill home and ground it first to the right and then to the left, and huge treasures of gold and silver lay heaped about him on the floor. So he grew such a rich man that his equal was not to be found in the village, nay, nor in the town either.

But no sooner had the people of the village got to know all about the little mill than they laid their heads together and schemed and schemed till the mill also disappeared one fine morning from Mehmed's cottage. Then Mehmed ran off to the spring once more and cried: "I want my lebleb, I want my lebleb!"

"But where is thy little table? Where is thy little mill?" asked the big-lipped Jinn.

"They have stolen them both from me," lamented the witless one, and he wept bitterly.

Again the Jinn bobbed down, and this time he brought up two sticks with him. He gave them to