er and
over to myself, "Life is what we make it. Life is what we make it," and
all at once the bells began to ring it:

"Life is--what we--make it--
Life is--what we--make it."

When the children came in, before we began the day's work, I talked to
them. I find it is always uplifting when we have failed in anything to
try to tell others how not to fail! Perhaps it isn't preaching what we
practice, but at least it supplies a working theory.

I made up a fairy-story for them, too, about a Princess who was so ill
and unhappy that all the kingdom was searched far and wide for some one
to cure her. And at last an old crone was found who swore that she had
the right remedy. "What is it?" all the wise men asked; but the old woman
said, "It is written in this scroll. To-morrow the Princess must start
out alone upon a journey. Whatever difficulty she encounters she must
open this scroll and read, and the scroll will tell her what to do."

Well, the Princess started out, and when she had traveled a little way
she found that she was hungry and tired, and she cried: "Oh, I haven't
anything to eat." Then the scroll said, "Read me," and she opened the
scroll and read: "There is corn in the fields. You must shell it and
grind it on a stone and mix it with water, and bake it into the best
bread that you can." So the Princess shelled the corn and ground it and
mixed it with water, and baked it, and it tasted as sweet as honey and as
crisp as apples. And the Princess ate with an appetite, and then she lay
down to rest. And in the night a storm came up and there was no shelter,
and the Princess cried out, "Oh, what shall I do?" and the scroll said,
"Read me." So she opened the scroll and read: "There is wood on the
ground. You must gather it and stack it and build the best little house
that you can." So the Princess worked all that day and the next and the
next, and when the hut was finished it was strong and dry and no storms
could destroy it. So the Princess stayed there in the little hut that she
had made, and ate the sweet loaves that she had baked, and one day a
great black bear came down the road, and the Princess cried out, "Oh, I
have no weapon; what shall I do?" And the scroll said, "Read me." So she
opened the scroll and read, "Walk straight up to the bear, and make the
best fight that you can." So the Princess, trembling, walked straight up
to the big black bear, and behold! when he saw her coming, he ran away!

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