ands
lifted him, and he rose to his feet; but the chains lay where they fell.

"Come, Brother!" said the little Judge. "We will go back, and begin
again together!"

THE BLIND CHILD

"Mother," said the blind child, "what a pity it is that everybody in
this village, except you, is so ugly!"

"Bless your heart, my darling," said the mother; "why do you say that?"

"I was sitting by the fountain," said the blind child, "listening to the
falling water, and the neighbors came to fill their pitchers, and I
heard them talking. It was terrible! it seems that every one in the
whole village is either bald or cross-eyed, wrinkled or misshapen. All
save you, mother!"

"Bless your heart," said the mother; and she looked at her gray, worn
face in the little glass that hung on the wall.

"They did not like to praise your beauty before me!" cried the blind
child. "They spoke your name, and then said, 'Oh! hush, there is the
child!' Was it not foolish of them, mother? as if I did not know!"

"Bless your heart!" said the mother.

THE CAKE

Once a Cake would go seek his fortune in the world, and he took his
leave of the Pan he was baked in.

"I know my destiny," said the Cake. "I must be eaten, since to that end
I was made; but I am a good cake, if I say it who should not, and I
would fain choose the persons I am to benefit."

"I don't see what difference it makes to you!" said the Pan.

"But imagination is hardly your strong point!" said the Cake.

"Huh!" said the Pan.

The Cake went on his way, and soon he passed by a cottage door where sat
a woman spinning, and her ten children playing about her.

"Oh!" said the woman, "what a beautiful cake!" and she put out her hand
to take him.

"Be so good as to wait a moment!" said the Cake. "Will you kindly tell
me what you would do with me if I should yield myself up to you?"

"I shall break you into ten pieces," said the woman, "and give one to
each of my ten children. So you will give ten pleasures, and that is a
good thing."

"Oh, that would be very nice, I am sure," said the Cake; "but if you
will excuse me for mentioning it, your children seem rather dirty,
especially their hands, and I confess I should like to keep my frosting
unsullied, so I think I will go a little further."

"As you will!" said the woman. "After all, the brown loaf is better for
the children."

So the Cake went further, and met a fair child, richly dressed, with
coral lips and