All of a sudden,the man smiled and nodded,and beckoned Keawe to enter,and met him at the door of the house.
"This is a fine house of mine,"said the man,and bitterly sighed.
"Would you not care to view the chambers?"
So he led Keawe all over it,from the cellar to the roof,and there was nothing there that was not perfect of its kind,and Keawe was astonished.
"Truly,"said Keawe,"this is a beautiful house;if I lived in the like of it,I should be laughing all day long.How comes it,then,that you should be sighing?""There is no reason,"said the man,"why you should not have a house in all points similar to this,and finer,if you wish.You have some money,I suppose?""I have fifty dollars,"said Keawe;"but a house like this will cost more than fifty dollars."The man made a computation."I am sorry you have no more,"said he,"for it may raise you trouble in the future;but it shall be yours at fifty dollars.""The house?"asked Keawe.
"No,not the house,"replied the man;"but the bottle.For,I must tell you,although I appear to you so rich and fortunate,all my fortune,and this house itself and its garden,came out of a bottle not much bigger than a pint.This is it."And he opened a lockfast place,and took out a round-bellied bottle with a long neck;the glass of it was white like milk,with changing rainbow colours in the grain.Withinsides something obscurely moved,like a shadow and a fire.