The next day Bak stays in bed. "I'm sorry Hapu," he says. " I want to work but I can't. I'm ill."
Hapu is very sad. "Father works too hard," he thinks. "That's why he's ill. We need more money -- but what can I do?" Then he has an idea. "Of course!" he thinks. "I must make something for somebody very rich. Somebody like ... the Queen!"
Bak is ill for two weeks. In that time Hapu makes a lot of tables and chairs. But not only tables and chairs. He makes a gold necklace, too.