Note 8 — Chapter LXV

There lived somewhere a rich but foolish Ṭakka,8 who was a miser. And he and his wife were always eating barley-meal without salt. And he never learned to know the taste of any other food. Once Providence instigated him to say to his wife, “I have conceived a desire for a milk-pudding: cook me one to-day.” His wife said, “I will,” and set about cooking the pudding, and the Ṭakka remained in doors concealed, taking to his bed, for fear some one should see him and drop in on him as a guest.