The Golden Touch By Nathaniel Hawthorne Listen to the story The Golden Touch ONCE upon a time, there lived a very rich man and a king beside, whose name was He and Midas had a little daughter, whom nobody but myself ever heard of and whose name I either never knew or have entirely forgotten. So, because I love odd names for little girls, I choose to call her Marygold. This King Midas was fonder of gold than of anything else in the world. He valued his royal crown chiefly because it was composed of that precious metal. If he loved anything better or half so well, it was the one little maiden who played so merrily around her father’s footstool. But the more Midas…