the stage-coach could not hold him or his papa another minute, because
they were at home!

_The GIANT ENERGY & The FAIRY SKILL_

MOTTO FOR THE MOTHER

_Greatness is not always largeness.
Help your child to understand,
Strength and skill are happy comrades;
'Tis the mind must guide the hand_.

Long, long ago, when there were giants to be seen, as they might be seen
now if we only looked in the right place, there lived a young giant who
was very strong and very willing, but who found it hard to get work to
do.

The name of the giant was Energy, and he was so great and clumsy that
people were afraid to trust their work to him.

If he were asked to put a bell in the church steeple, he would knock the
steeple down, before he finished the work. If he were sent to reach a
broken weather vane, he would tear off part of the roof in his zeal. So,
at last, people would not employ him and he went away to the mountains
to sleep; but he could not rest, even though other giants were sleeping
as still as great rocks under the shade of the trees.

Young Giant Energy could not sleep, for he was too anxious to help in
the world's work; and he went down into the valley, and begged so
piteously for something to do that a good woman gave him a basket of
china to carry home for her.

"This is child's play for me," said the giant as he set the basket down
at the woman's house, but he set it down so hard that every bit of the
china was broken.

"I wish a child had brought it for me," answered the woman, and the
young giant went away sorrowful. He climbed the mountain and lay down to
rest; but he could not stay there and do nothing, so he went back to the
valley to look for work.

There he met the good woman. She had forgiven him for breaking her
china, and had made up her mind to trust him again; so she gave him a
pitcher of milk to carry home.

"Be quick in bringing it," she said, "lest it sour on the way."

The giant took the pitcher and made haste to run to the house; and he
ran so fast that the milk was spilled and not a drop was left when he
reached the good woman's house.

The good woman was sorry to see this, although she did not scold; and
the giant went back to his mountain with a heavy heart.

Soon, however, he was back again, asking at every house:--

"Isn't there something for me to do?" and again he met the good woman,
who was here, there and everywhere, carrying soup to the sick and fo