ppy. Remember, dear, that when
babies are hungry, stone blocks do them no good."

"You are a very clever angel to know that!" said the child.

"You are a rather foolish child," said the Angel, "or you would have
found it out for yourself."

THE POTTER

A potter wrought at his wheel, singing as he wrought, turning out crocks
and pipkins of red clay. They were clumsy of shape and rude in the
making, yet they served to hold meal and milk, and the poor folk bought
of him. But ever, as he shaped the clay, the potter said to himself:
"Some day, some day, I will make a cup of gold for the Prince's
drinking!"

Now and again, when he was well paid for his pots, he would get a bit of
gold and put it by. This small hoard was precious to him as sunlight,
and bit by bit, little coin by little coin, it grew, till one day he had
enough. Then he left his clay, and with care and loving pains, his lathe
turning to the beat of his heart, he fashioned a little cup of gold.

"It is small," he said, "but it will hold wine for a single draught."
And he set it in the sun among his pots, where it could be seen of the
passers-by.

Presently rode by the Prince and his court, and saw the pots, and on one
the sun shining.

"Look!" said one of the courtiers, "if the potter have not gilded one of
his clay pipkins!"

THE NEIGHBOUR

"What can you tell me of your neighbour?" asked the
Angel-who-looks-into-things.

"Oh, an excellent person!" said the Busy Man. "Full of wisdom and
virtue; merry, too, withal; in short, a delightful companion."

"You have been much together, then?" said the
Angel-who-looks-into-things.

"Well, scarcely that," replied the Busy Man; "in fact, I have been so
excessively busy that I have seen nothing of him for a long time. But
now I have every intention of doing so; indeed, I think I will ask him
to dine with me to-night."

"You can hardly do that!" said the Angel.

"Why not?"

"Because he died this morning."

THE WOUND

Once an Angel found a child crying bitterly, and stopped to comfort him.

"What is the matter, dear?" asked the Angel.

"Oh, I have hurt myself dreadfully!" said the child. "Dreadfully! see!"
and he showed his wound.

"Yes, that must have hurt very much, I know," said the Angel; "but cheer
up! I knew another child who was wounded in the same place, and he got
over it in good time."

"Ah! but it was not so bad a wound as mine!" said the child.

"Yes, it w