All his mind was on was the Golden Bells of China.

And he thought long until his uncle and father came, so that he could be off with them to the strange Chinese land.
"But there's no use to me going there," says he.

"I couldn't marry her.

She would laugh at me," he says.

"She, who refused the son of the King of Siam, with his hundred princes on a hundred elephants, what use would she have for me, who's no better nor a peddler with his pack?
But it would be worth walking the world barefoot for to see that little golden face, to hear the low, sweet voice they call Golden Bells." They came back in due time, his uncle Matthew, the red, hairy man, and his father, the thin, dark man, who knew precious stones.