nt to
greet you, and lead you to the feast that is making in your honor."

"Some mistake!" said the Grumpy Saint. "I don't know what you are
talking about, and I don't like play-acting. What place is this?"

"This is Heaven!" said the Angel.

"Nonsense!" said the Saint. "I don't believe in Heaven."

"Yes, but you _are_ in it," said the Angel, "which is of more
consequence."

"And who may you be?" asked the Saint. "I seem to know your face."

"Yes!" said the Angel. "I am the old woman you helped with the burden;
don't you remember? the rest are waiting inside, all the people whom you
loved and helped. Come with me!"

"I don't know what you are talking about!" said the Saint. "But if I am
to go with you, first take off that ridiculous object on your head! I
don't like play-acting, I tell you, and I have never believed in this
kind of thing."

The Angel smiled; and leading him to a clear pool that lay beside the
road, bade him look in. He looked, and saw two white-clad figures
bending over the water, and round the head of each the shining circle.

"Bless my soul!" cried the Grumpy Saint. "I've got one too!"

"To be sure!" said the Angel.

"Preposterous!" said the Grumpy Saint.

THE HOUSEKEEPER

One day Love went to and fro in his house, looked from door and window,
and had no rest.

"I am weary," he said, "of this little house. Strait are the walls of
it, and narrow the windows, and from them always the same things to see.
I must be free; I must fly, or of what use are my wings?"

So he took his red robe about him and flew out, leaving door and window
streaming wide to the cold wind.

But when he was gone came one in a little gown of green, (green for
hope, Sweetheart; green for hope!) and entered the house, and shut door
and window; swept the hearth clean and mended the fire, and then set
herself down and sang, and minded her seam. Ever when the flame burned
low she built it up, and now and then she looked out of window to see
if any one were coming; but mostly she sat and sang, and kept the house
tidy and warm.

Now by and by Love was weary with flying hither and yon; cold he was,
too, and night coming on; and as the dusk fell, he saw a light shining
bright on the edge of the wold.

"Where there is light there will be warmth!" said Love; and he flew
near, and saw that it was his own little house.

"Oh! who keeps my house alight?" cried Love.

He opened the door, and the air came warm to