But some strange people passing by stopped to admire them, and to inhale their sweet fragrance; and one of the palaces with all its inmates was carried away by them. Then there was mourning, for they knew it was certain death to any of them if their palace was taken from the column on which it rested. King Pistil's money increased until the boxes could hold no more; and the throne began to creak as though it would fall apart. The walls of the palace were falling away too. The tall men looked old and feeble; and the king felt himself growing weak and infirm, and he knew that he soon must die. So he unlocked his money boxes, that after he was gone, they might open, and the money be scattered far and near, and other palaces spring up, and other kings live, as he had lived, giving pleasure to all who came near. Very soon after, the king and his servants died, the boxes burst open showing them well filled with money. Some of it fell on the ground under the palace, that another might spring up there in memory of King Pistil; and some of it was carried a long distance by the wind before it was dropped on the ground. Now, my dears, let us go into the garden, and look at the white lilies, and see if my story of their king and his palace is correct. Tell me, if you can, how his money differed from ours. Why it had to be scattered on the ground, and what it was called by King Pistil.