Give us this day our daily bread.
One sharp winter day, so runs a nursery tale, a poor woman stood at the window of a king's conservatory, looking at a cluster of grapes, which she longed to have for her sick child. She went home to her spinning-wheel, earned half-a-crown, and offered it to the gardener for the grapes, He waved his hand, and ordered her away. She returned to her cottage, snatched the blanket from her bed, pawned it, and once more asked the gardener to sell her the grapes, offering him five shillings. He spoke furiously to her and was turning her out, when the princess came in, heard the man's passion, saw the woman's tears, and asked what was wrong. When the story was told she said, "My dear woman, you have made a mistake. My father is not a merchant, but a king; his business is not to sell but to give;" so saying, she plucked the cluster from the vine and dropped it into the woman's apron.
Parallel VersesKJV: Give us this day our daily bread.