o the road they should take to a far-away
town. You know she had never studied a geography lesson in her life,
was old and stupid and scared. She knew the way across the fields to the
nearest village, but she know nothing else of all the wide world full of
cities. The servants scolded, but the Three Kings spoke kindly to her,
and asked her to accompany them on their journey that she might show
them the way as far as she knew it. They told her, in words so simple
that she could not fail to understand, that they had seen a Star in the
sky and were following it to a little town where a young Child lay. The
snow was in the sky now, and the Star was lost out of sight.

"Who is the Child?" asked the old woman.

"He is a King, and we go to worship him," they answered. "These presents
of gold, frankincense and myrrh are for Him. When we find Him we will
take the crowns off our heads and lay them at His feet. Come with us,
Babouscka!"

What do you suppose? Shouldn't you have thought the poor little woman
would have been glad to leave her desolate home on the plains to
accompany these Kings on their journey?

But the foolish woman shook her head. No, the night was dark and
cheerless, and her little home was warm and cosy. She looked up into the
sky, and the Star was nowhere to be seen. Besides, she wanted to put her
hut in order--perhaps she would be ready to go to-morrow. But the Three
Kings could not wait; so when to-morrow's sun rose they were far ahead
on their journey. It seemed like a dream to poor Babouscka, for even
the tracks of the camels' feet were covered by the deep white snow.
Everything was the same as usual; and to make sure that the night's
visitors had not been a fancy, she found her old broom hanging on a peg
behind the door, where she had put it when the servants knocked.

Now that the sun was shining, and she remembered the glitter of the gold
and the smell of the sweet gums and myrrh, she wished she had gone with
the travelers.

And she thought a great deal about the dear Baby the Three Kings had
gone to worship. She had no children of her own--nobody loved her--ah,
if she had only gone! The more she brooded on the thought, the more
miserable she grew, till the very sight of her home became hateful to
her.

It is a dreadful feeling to realize that one has lost a chance of
happiness. There is a feeling called remorse that can gnaw like a sharp
little tooth. Babouscka felt this little tooth cut into he