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Once upon a time there lived in India a poor old man whose name was Wali Dâd. He had no hair,
and was sometimes called Wali Dâd the Bald. He lived alone in a little mud hut, quite far from
the town. He had no family, and made his living by cutting the jungle grass and selling it as food
for the horses and cows round about. He earned only a few pennies a day, but he was a very
simple old man and needed very little. From this small income he was able to save half a penny
every week, while spending the rest on food and clothing.

He lived in this way for many years, until one night he decided to count the money he had saved
up and hidden away in an earthen pot buried under the floor of his hut. Carefully he dug it out
and was amazed to see all the coins that came tumbling out. What could he possibly do with all
this money? He never even thought of spending the money on himself, because he was very
content with his life as it was, and had every intention of passing the rest of his days exactly as
he had been doing for years. Finally he rolled all the money up into an old sack and put it away
under his bed, covered himself up with his ragged old shawl, and went to sleep.

Early next morning, he staggered off with his sack of money to the shop of a jeweler whom he
knew in the town, and bargained with him for a beautiful gold bracelet. With this carefully
wrapped up in a little cotton bag and put safely away in his pocket, he went to the house of a
rich friend who was a traveling merchant who wandered about with his camels and
merchandise, visiting many towns and cities and countries. Wali Dâd was lucky enough to find his
friend at home, so after a cup of tea, he asked the merchant who was the most virtuous and
beautiful lady he had ever met in all his travels. The merchant replied that without a doubt, it
would have to be the Princess of Khaistân, who was known everywhere both for her beauty and
for her kindness and generosity.

“Next time you go that way,” Wali Dâd, “Please give her this little bracelet, with the respectful
compliments of one who admires virtue far more than he desires wealth.” He pulled the bracelet
from his pocket and handed it to his friend. The merchant was naturally much astonished, but he
agreed to carry out the old man's plan.

Which theme is supported by this passage?

Money cannot buy you love.
Cheerful giving is its own reward.
A penny saved is a penny earned.
A fool and his riches are soon parted.