​Day 1

​This selection is excerpted from a collection by Hans Christian Anderson.

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​ There was once a merchant who was so rich that he could have paved the whole street with pieces of silver and, perhaps, an alley besides. But he did not do so; he knew another way of using his money. Such a good trader was he that whenever he laid out a shilling he gained a crown in return - till he died.

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​Day 1 (cont.)

​ All his money went to his son, and he lived merrily, went to a masquerade every evening, made bank-notes into paper kites, and played at ducks and drakes in the pond with gold-pieces instead of stones. In this manner he soon spent all his money. At last he had nothing but four shillings left, and no other clothes but a pair of slippers and an old dressing-gown. His friends wouldn't give him the time of day. One of them, however, more good-natured than the rest, sent him an old trunk with this advice, "Pack up, and be off!" This was all very fine, but he had nothing to pack up, so he himself got into the trunk.

​Day 1 (cont.)

​ It was a wonderful trunk. When the lock was pressed, it could fly. He did press the lock and up flew the trunk. It flew up through the chimney, high into the clouds, on and on, higher and higher.

​Day 2

​This selection is excerpted from a collection by Hans Christian Anderson.

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​ There was once a merchant who was so rich that he could have paved the whole street with pieces of silver and, perhaps, an alley besides. But he did not do so; he knew another way of using his money. Such a good trader was he that whenever he laid out a shilling he gained a crown in return - till he died.

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​Day 2 (cont.)

​ All his money went to his son, and he lived merrily, went to a masquerade every evening, made bank-notes into paper kites, and played at ducks and drakes in the pond with gold-pieces instead of stones. In this manner he soon spent all his money. At last he had nothing but four shillings left, and no other clothes but a pair of slippers and an old dressing-gown. His friends wouldn't give him the time of day. One of them, however, more good-natured than the rest, sent him an old trunk with this advice, "Pack up, and be off!" This was all very fine, but he had nothing to pack up, so he himself got into the trunk.

​Day 2 (cont.)

​ It was a wonderful trunk. When the lock was pressed, it could fly. He did press the lock and up flew the trunk. It flew up through the chimney, high into the clouds, on and on, higher and higher.

​Day 3

​This selection is excerpted from a collection by Hans Christian Anderson.

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​ There was once a merchant who was so rich that he could have paved the whole street with pieces of silver and, perhaps, an alley besides. But he did not do so; he knew another way of using his money. Such a good trader was he that whenever he laid out a shilling he gained a crown in return - till he died.

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​Day 3 (cont.)

​ All his money went to his son, and he lived merrily, went to a masquerade every evening, made bank-notes into paper kites, and played at ducks and drakes in the pond with gold-pieces instead of stones. In this manner he soon spent all his money. At last he had nothing but four shillings left, and no other clothes but a pair of slippers and an old dressing-gown. His friends wouldn't give him the time of day. One of them, however, more good-natured than the rest, sent him an old trunk with this advice, "Pack up, and be off!" This was all very fine, but he had nothing to pack up, so he himself got into the trunk.

​Day 3 (cont.)

​ It was a wonderful trunk. When the lock was pressed, it could fly. He did press the lock and up flew the trunk. It flew up through the chimney, high into the clouds, on and on, higher and higher.

​Day 4

​This selection is excerpted from a collection by Hans Christian Anderson.

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​ There was once a merchant who was so rich that he could have paved the whole street with pieces of silver and, perhaps, an alley besides. But he did not do so; he knew another way of using his money. Such a good trader was he that whenever he laid out a shilling he gained a crown in return - till he died.

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​Day 4 (cont.)

​ All his money went to his son, and he lived merrily, went to a masquerade every evening, made bank-notes into paper kites, and played at ducks and drakes in the pond with gold-pieces instead of stones. In this manner he soon spent all his money. At last he had nothing but four shillings left, and no other clothes but a pair of slippers and an old dressing-gown. His friends wouldn't give him the time of day. One of them, however, more good-natured than the rest, sent him an old trunk with this advice, "Pack up, and be off!" This was all very fine, but he had nothing to pack up, so he himself got into the trunk.

​Day 4 (cont.)

​ It was a wonderful trunk. When the lock was pressed, it could fly. He did press the lock and up flew the trunk. It flew up through the chimney, high into the clouds, on and on, higher and higher.

​Day 5

​This selection is excerpted from a collection by Hans Christian Anderson.

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​ There was once a merchant who was so rich that he could have paved the whole street with pieces of silver and, perhaps, an alley besides. But he did not do so; he knew another way of using his money. Such a good trader was he that whenever he laid out a shilling he gained a crown in return - till he died.

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​Day 5 (cont.)

​ All his money went to his son, and he lived merrily, went to a masquerade every evening, made bank-notes into paper kites, and played at ducks and drakes in the pond with gold-pieces instead of stones. In this manner he soon spent all his money. At last he had nothing but four shillings left, and no other clothes but a pair of slippers and an old dressing-gown. His friends wouldn't give him the time of day. One of them, however, more good-natured than the rest, sent him an old trunk with this advice, "Pack up, and be off!" This was all very fine, but he had nothing to pack up, so he himself got into the trunk.

​Day 5 (cont.)

​ It was a wonderful trunk. When the lock was pressed, it could fly. He did press the lock and up flew the trunk. It flew up through the chimney, high into the clouds, on and on, higher and higher.