id the bean. "Had the
old woman succeeded in putting me into the pot, I should have been
stewed without mercy, just as my comrades are being served now."

"My fate might have been no better," the straw told them. "The old
woman burnt sixty of my brothers at once, but fortunately I was able
to slip through her fingers."

"What shall we do now?" said the coal.

"Well," answered the bean, "my opinion is that, as we have all been
so fortunate as to escape death, we should leave this place before
any new misfortune overtakes us. Let us all three become traveling
companions and set out upon a journey to some unknown country."

This suggestion pleased both the straw and the coal, so away they all
went at once. Before long they came to a brook, and as there was no
bridge across it they did not know how to get to the other side; but
the straw had a good idea: "I will lay myself over the water, and
you can walk across me as though I were a bridge," he said. So he
stretched himself from one bank to the other, and the coal, who was
of a hasty disposition, at once tripped gaily on to the newly-built
bridge. Half way across she hesitated, and began to feel afraid of the
rushing water beneath her. She dared go no farther, but neither would
she return; but she stood there so long that the straw caught fire,
broke in two, and fell into the stream. Of course, the coal was bound
to follow. No sooner did she touch the water than--hiss, zish! out she
went, and never glowed again.

The bean, who was a careful fellow, had stayed on the bank, to watch
how the coal got across, before trusting himself to such a slender
bridge. But when he saw what very queer figures his friends cut, he
could not help laughing. He laughed and laughed till he could not
stop, and at length he split his side.

It would have gone badly with him then, had not a tailor happened to
pass by. He was a kind-hearted fellow, and at once took out his needle
and thread and began to repair the mischief.

The bean thanked him politely, for he knew that the tailor had saved
his life, but unfortunately he had used black thread, and from that
time till to-day every bean has a little black stitch in its side.

* * * * *

WHY THE BEAR HAS A STUMPY TAIL

One winter's day the bear met the fox, who came slinking along with a
string of fish he had stolen.

"Hi! stop a minute! Where did you get those from?" demanded the bear.

"Oh, my