As Sudinna was eating the previous evening’s porridge at the base of a certain wall, his father was coming home from work. When he saw him sitting there, he went up to him and said, “But, Sudinna, isn’t there … What! You’re eating old porridge! Why don’t you come to your own house?” “We went to your house, householder. That’s where we received this porridge.” Sudinna’s father took him by the arm and said, “Come, let’s go home.” Sudinna went to his father’s house and sat down on the prepared seat. His father said to him, “Please eat, Sudinna.” “There’s no need. I’m done for today.” “Then come back for the meal tomorrow.” Sudinna consented by keeping silent, and he got up from his seat and left. The next morning Sudinna’s mother had the floor smeared with fresh cow-dung. She then piled up two heaps, one with money, the other with gold. The heaps were so large that a man standing on one side could not see a man standing on the other. She hid the heaps behind screens, prepared a seat between them, and surrounded it all with a curtain. And she said to Sudinna’s ex-wife, “Now please adorn yourself in the way our son Sudinna found you especially attractive.” “Yes, ma’am.”