Ah, you should have seen them stare! The clerk was astonished and charmed.

He asked me to retain one of the dollars as security, until he could go to town and -- I interrupted: "What, and fetch back nine cents?
Nonsense! Take the whole.
Keep the change." There was an amazed murmur to this effect: "Verily this being is _made_ of money! He throweth it away even as if it were dirt." The blacksmith was a crushed man.
The clerk took his money and reeled away drunk with fortune.

I said to Marco and his wife: "Good folk, here is a little trifle for you"-- handing the miller-guns as if it were a matter of no consequence, though each of them contained fifteen cents in solid cash; and while the poor creatures went to pieces with astonishment and gratitude, I turned to the others and said as calmly as one would ask the time of day: "Well, if we are all ready, I judge the dinner is.

Come, fall to." Ah, well, it was immense; yes, it was a daisy.

I don't know that I ever put a situation together better, or got happier spectacular effects out of the materials available.