too; but it was
also her glory. Over the whole country-side, as far as the rain fell,
a lovely rainbow sprang its arch, and all the brightest rays of heaven
made its colors; it was the last greeting of a love so great that it
sacrificed itself.

Soon that, too, was gone, but long, long afterward the men and animals
who were saved by the Cloud kept her blessing in their hearts.

THE LITTLE RED HEN

The little Red Hen was in the farmyard with her chickens, when she
found a grain of wheat.

"Who will plant this wheat?" she said.

"Not I," said the Goose.

"Not I," said the Duck.

"I will, then," said the little Red Hen, and she planted the grain of
wheat.

When the wheat was ripe she said, "Who will take this wheat to the
mill?"

"Not I," said the Goose.

"Not I," said the Duck.

"I will, then," said the little Red Hen, and she took the wheat to the
mill.

When she brought the flour home she said, "Who will make some bread
with this flour?"

"Not I," said the Goose.

"Not I," said the Duck.

"I will, then," said the little Red Hen.

When the bread was baked, she said, "Who will eat this bread?"

"I will," said the Goose

"I will," said the Duck

"No, you won't," said the little Red Hen. "I shall eat it myself.
Cluck! cluck!" And she called her chickens to help her.

THE GINGERBREAD MAN[1]

[1] I have tried to give this story in the most familiar form; it
varies a good deal in the hands of different story-tellers, but this is
substantially the version I was "brought up on." The form of the
ending was suggested to me by the story in Carolyn Bailey's For the
Children's Hour (Milton Bradley Co.).

Once upon a time there was a little old woman and a little old man, and
they lived all alone in a little old house. They hadn't any little
girls or any little boys, at all. So one day, the little old woman
made a boy out of gingerbread; she made him a chocolate jacket, and put
cinnamon seeds in it for buttons; his eyes were made of fine, fat
currants; his mouth was made of rose-colored sugar; and he had a gay
little cap of orange sugar-candy. When the little old woman had rolled
him out, and dressed him up, and pinched his gingerbread shoes into
shape, she put him in a pan; then she put the pan in the oven and shut
the door; and she thought, "Now I shall have a little boy of my own."

When it was time for the Gingerbread Boy to be done she opened the oven
door and pulled out the pan.