ainted birds upon it with wings of gold. When she saw it,
the fairy cried out with delight.

"One more trial before you go," she said. "Make me a chain that a queen
might be glad to wear."

So Giant Energy worked by day and by night and made a chain of golden
links; and in every link was a pearl as white as the shining pebbles in
the brook. A queen might well have been proud to wear this chain.

After he had finished, Fairy Skill kissed him and blessed him, and sent
him away to be a helper in the world, and she made him take with him
the beautiful things which he had made, so that he might give them to
the one he loved best.

The young giant crossed the brook, passed the willow, found the mullein
stalk, and counted the daffodils.

When he had counted a hundred, he stepped over the meadow fence and came
to the good woman's house.

The good woman was at home, so he went in at the door and spread the
carpet on the floor, and the floor looked like the floor of a palace.

He set the cup on the table, and the table looked like the table of a
king; and he hung the chain around the good woman's neck, and she was
more beautiful than a queen.

And this is the way that young Giant Energy learned to be a helper in
the world.

_THE SEARCH FOR A GOOD CHILD_

MOTTO FOR THE MOTHER

_Teach your child that every one
Loves him when he's good and true,
But that though so dear to others,
He is doubly dear to you_.

--_Miss Blow's Mottoes and Commentaries_.

Long, long ago there lived, in a kingdom far away, five knights who were
so good and so wise that each one was known by a name that meant
something beautiful.

The first knight was called Sir Brian the Brave. He had killed the great
lion that came out of the forest to frighten the women and children, had
slain a dragon, and had saved a princess from a burning castle; for he
was afraid of nothing under the sun.

The second knight was Gerald the Glad, who was so happy himself that he
made everybody around him happy too; for his sweet smile and cheery
words were so comforting that none could be sad or cross or angry when
he was near.

Sir Kenneth the Kind was the third knight, and he won his name by his
tender heart. Even the creatures of the wood knew and loved him, for he
never hurt anything that God had made.

The fourth knight had a face as beautiful as his name, and he was called
Percival the Pure. He thought beautiful thoughts, sai