Sothepioneerssettledthereandbuiltthemhutsandcabinsforthefirstwinter。
　　Ithadtakenthemmanymonthstomaketheterriblejourney;manyhaddiedofwearinessandillnessontheway;manydiedofhardshipduringthewinter;andtheprovisionstheyhadbroughtintheirwagonsweresonearlygonethat，byspring，theywerelivingpartlyonroots，dugfromtheground。Alltheirlivesnowdependedonthecropsofgrainandvegetableswhichtheycouldraiseinthevalley。Theymadethebarrenlandgoodbyspreadingwaterfromthelittlestreamsoverit，——whatwecall"irrigating;"andtheyplantedenoughcornandgrainandvegetablesforallthepeople。Everyonehelped，andeveryonewatchedforthesprouting，withhopes，andprayers，andcarefuleyes。
　　Ingoodtimetheseedssprouted，andthedry，brownearthwascoveredwithacarpetoftender，green，growingthings。
　　Nofarmer’sgardenathomeintheEastcouldhavelookedbetterthanthegreatgardenofthedesertvalley。Andfromdaytodaythelittleshootsgrewandflourishedtilltheywereallwellabovetheground。
　　Thenaterriblethinghappened。Onedaythemenwhowerewateringthecropssawagreatnumberofcricketsswarmingoverthegroundattheedgeofthegardensnearestthemountains。Theywerehoppingfromthebarrenplacesintotheyoung，greencrops，andastheysettleddowntheyatethetinyshootsandleavestotheground。
　　Morecame，andmore，andevermore，andastheycametheyspreadouttilltheycoveredabigcornerofthegrainfield。Andstillmoreandmore，tillitwaslikeanarmyofblack，hopping，crawlingcrickets，streamingdownthesideofthemountaintokillthecrops。
　　Thementriedtokillthecricketsbybeatingtheground，butthenumbersweresogreatthatitwaslikebeatingatthesea。
　　Thentheyranandtoldtheterriblenews，andallthevillagecametohelp。Theystartedfires;theydugtrenchesandfilledthemwithwater;theyranwildlyaboutinthefields，killingwhattheycould。Butwhiletheyfoughtinoneplacenewarmiesofcricketsmarcheddownthemountain—
　　sidesandattackedthefieldsinotherplaces。
　　Andatlastthepeoplefellontheirkneesandweptandcriedindespair，fortheysawstarvationanddeathinthefields。
　　Afewknelttopray。Othersgatheredroundandjoinedthem，weeping。Morelefttheiruselessstrugglesandkneltbesidetheirneighbors。Atlastnearlyallthepeoplewerekneelingonthedesolatefieldsprayingfordeliverancefromtheplagueofcrickets。
　　Suddenly，fromfaroffintheairtowardthegreatsaltlake，therewasthesoundofflappingwings。Itgrewlouder。Someofthepeoplelookedup，startled。Theysaw，likeawhitecloudrisingfromthelake，aflockofseagullsflyingtowardthem。
　　Snow—whiteinthesun，withgreatwingsbeatingandsoaring，inhundredsandhundreds，theyroseandcircledandcameon。
　　"Thegulls！thegulls！"wasthecry。
　　"Whatdoesitmean？"
　　Thegullsflewoverhead，withashrillchorusofwhimperingcries，andthen，inamarvelouswhitecloudofspreadwingsandhoveringbreasts，theysettleddownovertheseededground。
　　"Oh！woe！woe！"criedthepeople。
　　"Thegullsareeatingwhatthecricketshaveleft！theywillstriprootandbranch！"
　　Butallatonce，someonecalledout，——
　　"No，no！See！theyareeatingthecrickets！Theyareeatingonlythecrickets！"
　　Itwastrue。Thegullsdevouredthecricketsindozens，inhundreds，inswarms。
　　Theyateuntiltheyweregorged，andthentheyflewheavilybacktothelake，onlytocomeagainwithnewappetite。Andwhenatlasttheyfinished，theyhadstrippedthefieldsofthecricketarmy;andthepeopleweresaved。
　　Tothisday，inthebeautifulcityofSaltLake，whichgrewoutofthatpioneervillage，thelittlechildrenaretaughttolovetheseagulls。Andwhentheylearndrawingandweavingintheschools，theirfirstdesignisoftenapictureofacricketandagull。
　　THENIGHTINGALE[1]
　　[1]AdaptedfromHansChristianAndersen。
　　Along，longtimeago，aslongagoaswhentherewerefairies，therelivedanemperorinChina，whohadamostbeautifulpalace，allmadeofcrystal。Outsidethepalacewastheloveliestgardeninthewholeworld，andfartherawaywasaforestwherethetreesweretallerthananyothertreesintheworld，andfartheraway，still，wasadeepwood。AndinthiswoodlivedalittleNightingale。TheNightingalesangsobeautifullythateverybodywhoheardherrememberedhersongbetterthananythingelsethatheheardorsaw。Peoplecamefromallovertheworldtoseethecrystalpalaceandthewonderfulgardenandthegreatforest;butwhentheywenthomeandwrotebooksaboutthesethingstheyalwayswrote，"ButtheNightingaleisthebestofall。"
　　AtlastithappenedthattheEmperorcameuponabookwhichsaidthis，andheatoncesentforhisChamberlain。
　　"WhoisthisNightingale？"saidtheEmperor。"WhyhaveIneverheardhimsing？"
　　TheChamberlain，whowasaveryimportantperson，said，"Therecannotbeanysuchperson;Ihaveneverheardhisname。"
　　"ThebooksaysthereisaNightingale，"
　　saidtheEmperor。"IcommandthattheNightingalebebroughtheretosingformethisevening。"
　　TheChamberlainwentoutandaskedallthegreatlordsandladiesandpageswheretheNightingalecouldbefound，butnotoneofthemhadeverheardofhim。
　　SotheChamberlainwentbacktotheEmperorandsaid，"Thereisnosuchperson。"
　　"ThebooksaysthereisaNightingale，"
　　saidtheEmperor;"iftheNightingaleisnotheretosingformethiseveningIwillhavethecourttrampledupon，immediatelyaftersupper。"
　　TheChamberlaindidnotwanttobetrampledupon，soheranoutandaskedeverybodyinthepalaceabouttheNightingale。
　　Atlast，alittlegirlwhoworkedinthekitchentohelpthecook’shelper，said，"Oh，yes，IknowtheNightingaleverywell。Everynight，whenIgotocarryscrapsfromthekitchentomymother，wholivesinthewoodbeyondtheforest，IheartheNightingalesing。"
　　TheChamberlainaskedthelittlecook—
　　maidtotakehimtotheNightingale’shome，andmanyofthelordsandladiesfollowedafter。Whentheyhadgonealittleway，theyheardacowmoo。
　　"Ah！"saidthelordsandladies，"thatmustbetheNightingale;whatalargevoiceforsosmallacreature！"
　　"Oh，no，"saidthelittlegirl，"thatisjustacow，mooing。"
　　Alittlefartherontheyheardsomebull—
　　frogs，inaswamp。"SurelythatistheNightingale，"saidthecourtiers;"itreallysoundslikechurch—bells！"
　　"Oh，no，"saidthelittlegirl，"thosearebullfrogs，croaking。"
　　AtlasttheycametothewoodwheretheNightingalewas。"Hush！"saidthelittlegirl，"sheisgoingtosing。"And，sureenough，thelittleNightingalebegantosing。Shesangsobeautifullythatyouhaveneverinallyourlifeheardanythinglikeit。
　　"Dear，dear，"saidthecourtiers，"thatisverypleasant;doesthatlittlegraybirdreallymakeallthatnoise？SheissopalethatIthinkshehaslosthercolorforfearofus。"
　　TheChamberlainaskedthelittleNightingaletocomeandsingfortheEmperor。
　　ThelittleNightingalesaidshecouldsingbetterinherowngreenwood，butshewassosweetandkindthatshecamewiththem。
　　Thateveningthepalacewasalltrimmedwiththemostbeautifulflowersyoucanimagine，androwsandrowsoflittlesilverbells，thattinkledwhenthewindblewin，andhundredsandhundredsandhundredsofwaxcandles，thatshoneliketinystars。InthegreathalltherewasagoldperchfortheNightingale，besidetheEmperor’sthrone。
　　Whenallthepeoplewerethere，theEmperoraskedtheNightingaletosing。ThenthelittlegrayNightingalefilledherthroatfull，andsang。And，mydears，shesangsobeautifullythattheEmperor’seyesfilledupwithtears！And，youknow，emperorsdonotcryatalleasily。Soheaskedhertosingagain，andthistimeshesangsomarvelouslythatthetearscameoutofhiseyesandrandownhischeeks。Thatwasagreatsuccess。TheyaskedthelittleNightingaletosing，overandoveragain，andwhentheyhadlistenedenoughtheEmperorsaidthatsheshouldbemade"SingerinChieftotheCourt。"ShewastohaveagoldenperchneartheEmperor’sbed，andalittlegoldcage，andwastobeallowedtogoouttwiceeveryday。
　　Butthereweretwelveservantsappointedtowaitonher，andthosetwelveservantswentwithhereverytimeshewentout，andeachofthetwelvehadholdoftheendofasilkenstringwhichwastiedtothelittleNightingale’sleg！Itwasnotsoverymuchfuntogooutthatway！
　　Foralong，longtimetheNightingalesangeveryeveningtotheEmperorandhiscourt，andtheylikedhersomuchthattheladiesalltriedtosoundlikeher;theyusedtoputwaterintheirmouthsandthenmakelittlesoundslikethis：glu—glu—glug。
　　Andwhenthecourtiersmeteachotherinthehalls，onewouldsay"Night，"andtheotherwouldsay"ingale，"andthatwasconversation。
　　Atlast，oneday，therecamealittlepackagetotheEmperor，ontheoutsideofwhichwaswritten，"TheNightingale。"Insidewasanartificialbird，somethinglikeaNightingale，onlyitwasmadeofgold，andsilver，andrubies，andemeralds，anddiamonds。Whenitwaswoundupitplayedawaltztune，andasitplayeditmoveditslittletailupanddown。Everybodyinthecourtwasfilledwithdelightatthemusicofthenewnightingale。Theymadeitsingthatsametunethirty—threetimes，andstilltheyhadnothadenough。Theywouldhavemadeitsingthetunethirty—fourtimes，buttheEmperorsaid，"IshouldliketoheartherealNightingalesing，now。"
　　ButwhentheylookedaboutforthereallittleNightingale，theycouldnotfindheranywhere！Shehadtakenthechance，whileeverybodywaslisteningtothewaltztunes，toflyawaythroughthewindowtoherowngreenwood。
　　"Whataveryungratefulbird！"saidthelordsandladies。"Butitdoesnotmatter;
　　thenewnightingaleisjustasgood。"
　　SotheartificialnightingalewasgiventherealNightingale’slittlegoldperch，andeverynighttheEmperorwoundherup，andshesangwaltztunestohim。ThepeopleinthecourtlikedherevenbetterthantheoldNightingale，becausetheycouldallwhistlehertunes，——whichyoucan’tdowithrealnightingales。
　　Aboutayearaftertheartificialnightingalecame，theEmperorwaslisteningtoherwaltz—tune，whentherewasaSNAP
　　andWHIR—R—Rinsidethebird，andthemusicstopped。TheEmperorrantohisdoctorbuthecouldnotdoanything。Thenherantohisclock—maker，buthecouldnotdomuch。Nobodycoulddomuch。Thebesttheycoulddowastopatchthegoldnightingaleupsothatitcouldsingonceayear;eventhatwasalmosttoomuch，andthetunewasprettyshaky。Still，theEmperorkeptthegoldnightingaleontheperchinhisownroom。
　　Alongtimewentby，andthen，atlast，theEmperorgrewveryill，andwasabouttodie。Whenitwassurethathecouldnotlivemuchlonger，thepeoplechoseanewemperorandwaitedfortheoldonetodie。ThepoorEmperorlay，quitecoldandpale，inhisgreatbigbed，withvelvetcurtains，andtallcandlesticksallabout。
　　Hewasquitealone，forallthecourtiershadgonetocongratulatethenewemperor，andalltheservantshadgonetotalkitover。
　　WhentheEmperorwokeup，hefeltaterribleweightonhischest。Heopenedhiseyes，andtherewasDeath，sittingonhisheart。DeathhadputontheEmperor’sgoldcrown，andhehadthegoldsceptreinonehand，andthesilkenbannerintheother;andhelookedattheEmperorwithhisgreatholloweyes。Theroomwasfullofshadows，andtheshadowswerefulloffaces。EverywheretheEmperorlooked，therewerefaces。Somewerevery，veryugly，andsomeweresweetandlovely;
　　theywereallthethingstheEmperorhaddoneinhislife，goodandbad。Andashelookedatthemtheybegantowhisper。
　　Theywhispered，"DOYOUREMEMBERTHIS？"
　　"DOYOUREMEMBERTHAT？"TheEmperorrememberedsomuchthathecriedoutloud，"Oh，bringthegreatdrum！Makemusic，sothatImaynothearthesedreadfulwhispers！"Buttherewasnobodytheretobringthedrum。
　　ThentheEmperorcried，"Youlittlegoldnightingale，canyounotsingsomethingforme？Ihavegivenyougiftsofgoldandjewels，andkeptyoualwaysbymyside;willyounothelpmenow？"Buttherewasnobodytowindthelittlegoldnightingaleup，andofcourseitcouldnotsing。
　　TheEmperor’sheartgrewcolderandcolderwhereDeathcroucheduponit，andthedreadfulwhispersgrewlouderandlouder，andtheEmperor’slifewasalmostgone。Suddenly，throughtheopenwindow，therecameamostlovelysong。Itwassosweetandsoloudthatthewhispersdiedquiteaway。PresentlytheEmperorfelthisheartgrowwarm，thenhefeltthebloodflowthroughhislimbsagain;helistenedtothesonguntilthetearsrandownhischeeks;heknewthatitwasthelittlerealNightingalewhohadflownawayfromhimwhenthegoldnightingalecame。
　　Deathwaslisteningtothesong，too;
　　andwhenitwasdoneandtheEmperorbeggedformore，Death，too，said，"Pleasesingagain，littleNightingale！"
　　"WillyougivemetheEmperor’sgoldcrownforasong？"saidthelittleNightingale。
　　"Yes，"saidDeath;andthelittleNightingaleboughttheEmperor’scrownforasong。
　　"Oh，singagain，littleNightingale，"
　　beggedDeath。
　　"WillyougivemetheEmperor’ssceptreforanothersong？"saidthelittlegrayNightingale。
　　"Yes，"saidDeath;andthelittleNightingaleboughttheEmperor’ssceptreforanothersong。
　　OncemoreDeathbeggedforasong，andthistimethelittleNightingalegotthebannerforhersinging。Thenshesangonemoresong，sosweetandsosadthatitmadeDeaththinkofhisgardeninthechurchyard，wherehealwayslikedbesttobe。AndherosefromtheEmperor’sheartandfloatedawaythroughthewindow。
　　WhenDeathwasgone，theEmperorsaidtothelittleNightingale，"Oh，dearlittleNightingale，youhavesavedmefromDeath！Donotleavemeagain。Staywithmeonthislittlegoldperch，andsingtomealways！"
　　"No，dearEmperor，"saidthelittleNightingale，"IsingbestwhenIamfree;
　　Icannotliveinapalace。Buteverynightwhenyouarequitealone，Iwillcomeandsitinthewindowandsingtoyou，andtellyoueverythingthatgoesoninyourkingdom：Iwilltellyouwherethepoorpeoplearewhooughttobehelped，andwherethewickedpeoplearewhooughttobepunished。Only，dearEmperor，besurethatyouneverletanybodyknowthatyouhavealittlebirdwhotellsyoueverything。"
　　AfterthelittleNightingalehadflownaway，theEmperorfeltsowellandstrongthathedressedhimselfinhisroyalrobesandtookhisgoldsceptreinhishand。
　　Andwhenthecourtierscameintoseeifheweredead，therestoodtheEmperorwithhisswordinonehandandhissceptreintheother，andsaid，"Good—morning！"
　　MARGERY’SGARDEN[1]
　　[1]Ihavealwaysbeeninclinedtoavoid，inmyworkamongchildren，the"howtomake"and"howtodo"kindofstory;
　　itistoolikelytotrespassonthegroundbelongingbyrighttoitsmoreartisticandlessintentionalkinsfolk。Nevertheless，thereisalegitimateplacefortheinstruction—story。Withinitsownlimits，andespeciallyinaschooluse，ithasarealpurposetoserve，andarealdesiretomeet。Childrenhaveagenuinetasteforsuchmorselsofpracticalinformation，ifthebitesaren’tmadetoobigandtoosolid。Andtotheteacherofthefirstgrades，fromwhomsomuchisdemandedinthewayofpracticalinstruction，Iknowthatthesestoriesareaboon。
　　Theymustbechosenwithcare，andusedwithdiscretion，buttheyneedneverbeignored。
　　Iventuretogivesomelittlestoriesofthistype，whichIhopemaybeofuseintheschoolswherecountrylifeandcountryworkisanunknownexperiencetothechildren。
　　TherewasoncealittlegirlnamedMargery，whohadalwayslivedinthecity。
　　Theflatwherehermotherandfatherlivedwasatthetopofabigapartment—house，andyoucouldn’tseeagreatdealfromthewindows，exceptclothes—linesonotherpeople’sroofs。Margerydidnotknowmuchabouttreesandflowers，butshelovedthemdearly;wheneveritwasapleasantSundaysheusedtogowithhermotherandfathertotheparkandlookatthelovelyflower—beds。Theyseemedalwaystobefinished，though，andMargerywasalwayswishingshecouldseethemgrow。
　　Onespring，whenMargerywasnine，herfather’sworkchangedsothathecouldmoveintothecountry，andhetookalittlehouseashortdistanceoutsidethetownwherehisnewpositionwas。Margerywasdelighted。Andtheveryfirstthingshesaid，whenherfathertoldheraboutit，was，"Oh，mayIhaveagarden？MAY
　　Ihaveagarden？"
　　Margery’smotherwasalmostaseagerforagardenasshewas，andMargery’sfathersaidheexpectedtoliveontheirvegetablesalltherestofhislife！Soitwassoonagreedthatthegardenshouldbethefirstthingattendedto。
　　Behindthelittlehousewereappletrees，aplumtree，andtwoorthreepeartrees;
　　thencameastretchofroughgrass，andthenastonewall，withagateleadingintothepasture。Itwasinthegrassylandthatthegardenwastobe。Abigpiecewastobeusedforcornandpeasandbeans，andalittlepieceattheendwastobesavedforMargery。
　　"Whatshallwehaveinit？"askedhermother。
　　"Flowers，"saidMargery，withshiningeyes，——"blue，andwhite，andyellow，andpink，——everykindofflower！"
　　"Surely，flowers，"saidhermother，"andshallwenothavealittlesaladgardeninthemidst，astheydoinEngland？"
　　"Whatisasaladgarden？"Margeryasked。
　　"Itisagardenwhereyouhaveallthethingsthatmakenicesalad，"saidhermother，laughing，forMargerywasfondofsalads;"youhavelettuce，andendive，andromaine，andparsley，andradishes，andcucumbers，andperhapslittlebeetsandyoungonions。"
　　"Oh！howgooditsounds！"saidMargery。"Ivoteforthesaladgarden。"
　　Thatveryevening，Margery’sfathertookpencilandpaper，anddrewoutaplanforhergarden;first，theytalkeditallover，thenhedrewwhattheydecidedon;itlookedlikethediagramonthenextpage。
　　"Theoutsidestripisforflowers，"saidMargery’sfather，"andthenextmarksmeanafootpath，allthewayroundthebeds;thatissoyoucangetattheflowerstoweedandtopick;thereisawiderpaththroughthemiddle，andtherestisallforrowsofsaladvegetables。"
　　"Papa，itisglorious！"saidMargery。
　　Papalaughed。"Ihopeyouwillstillthinkitgloriouswhentheweedingtimecomes，"hesaid，"foryouknow，youandmotherhavepromisedtotakecareofthisgarden，whileItakecareofthebigone。"
　　"Iwouldn’tNOTtakecareofitforanything！"saidMargery。"Iwanttofeelthatitismyveryown。"
　　Herfatherkissedher，andsaiditwascertainlyher"veryown。"
　　Twoeveningsafterthat，whenMargerywascalledinfromherfirstrambleina"really，trulypasture，"shefoundtheexpressmanatthedoorofthelittlehouse。
　　"Somethingforyou，Margery，"saidhermother，withthelookshehadwhensomethingnicewashappening。
　　Itwasabox，quiteabigbox，withalabelonitthatsaid：——
　　MISSMARGERYBROWN，WOODVILLE，MASS。
　　FromSeedsandPlantsCompany，Boston。
　　Margerycouldhardlywaittoopenit。
　　Itwasfilledwithlittlepackages，allwithprintedlabels;andinthepackages，ofcourse，wereseeds。ItmadeMargerydance，justtoreadthenames，——nasturtium，gianthelianthus，coreopsis，calendula，Canterburybells：morenamesthanIcantellyou，andotherpackages，bigger，thatsaid，"Peas：DwarfTelephone，"
　　and"SweetCorn，"andsuchthings！Margerycouldalmostsmelltheposies，shewassoexcited。Only，shehadseensolittleofflowersthatshedidnotalwaysknowwhatthenamesmeant。Shedidnotknowthatahelianthuswasasunflowertillhermothertoldher，andshehadneverseenthedear，blue，bell—shapedflowersthatalwaysgrowinold—fashionedgardens，andarecalledCanterburybells。Shethoughtthecalendulamustbeastrange，grandflower，byitsname;buthermothertoldheritwasthegay，sturdy，every—dayishlittleposycalledamarigold。Therewasagreatdealforalittlecitygirltobesurprisedabout，anditdidseemasifmorningwasalongwayoff！
　　"Didyouthinkyoucouldplanttheminthemorning？"askedhermother。"Youknow，dear，thegroundhastobemadereadyfirst;ittakesalittletime，——itmaybeseveraldaysbeforeyoucanplant。"
　　Thatwasanothersurprise。Margeryhadthoughtshecouldbegintosowtheseedrightoff。
　　Butthiswaswhatwasdone。Earlythenextmorning，amancamedrivingintotheyard，withtwostrongwhitehorses;inhiswagonwasaplough。Isupposeyouhaveseenploughs，butMargeryneverhad，andshewatchedwithgreatinterest，whilethemanandherfathertooktheploughfromthecartandharnessedthehorsestoit。
　　Itwasagreat，three—corneredpieceofsharpsteel，withlonghandlescomingupfromit，sothatamancouldholditinplace。Itlookedlikethis：——
　　"Ibroughtatwo—horseploughbecauseit’sgreenland，"themansaid。Margerywonderedwhatintheworldhemeant;itwasgreengrass，ofcourse，butwhathadthattodowiththekindofplough？"Whatdoeshemean，father？"shewhispered，whenshegotachance。"Hemeansthatthislandhasnotbeenploughedbefore，ornotformanyyears;itwillbehardtoturnthesoil，andonehorsecouldnotpulltheplough，"saidherfather。SoMargeryhadlearnedwhat"greenland"was。
　　Themanwasfortwohoursploughingthelittlestripofland。Hedrovethesharpendoftheploughintothesoil，andhelditfirmlyso，whilethehorsesdraggeditalonginastraightline。Margeryfounditfascinatingtoseethelonglineofdarkearthandgreengrasscomerollingupandturnover，astheknifepassedit。Shecouldseethatittookrealskillandstrengthtokeepthelineeven，andtoavoidthestones。
　　Sometimestheploughstruckahiddenstone，andthenthemanwasjerkedalmostoffhisfeet。Butheonlylaughed，andsaid，"Toughpieceofland;bealotbetterthesecondyear。"
　　Whenhehadploughed，themanwentbacktohiscartandunloadedanotherfarmimplement。Thisonewaslikeathree—corneredplatformofwood，withalong，curved，strongrakeunderit。Itwascalledaharrow，anditlookedlikethis：——
　　Themanharnessedthehorsestoit，andthenhestoodontheplatformanddrovealloverthestripofland。Itwasfuntowatch，butperhapsitwasalittlehardtodo。Theman’sweightkepttheharrowsteady，andlettheteethoftherakescratchandcutthegroundup，sothatitdidnotstayinridges。
　　"Hescramblestheground，father！"
　　saidMargery。
　　"Itneedsscrambling，"laughedherfather。"Wearegoingtogetmoreweedsthanwewantonthisgreenland，andthemorethegroundisbroken，thefewertherewillbe。"
　　Aftertheploughingandharrowing，themandroveoff，andMargery’sfathersaidhewoulddotherestoftheworkinthelateafternoons，whenhecamehomefrombusiness;theycouldnotaffordtoomuchhelp，hesaid，andhehadlearnedtotakecareofagardenwhenhewasaboy。SoMargerydidnotseeanymoredoneuntilthenextday。
　　ButthenextdaytherewashardworkforMargery’sfather！Everybitofthat"scrambled"turfhadtobebrokenupstillmorewithamattockandaspade，andthenthepieceswhichwerefullofgrass—rootshadtobetakenonaforkandshaken，tilltheearthfellout;thenthegrasswasthrowntooneside。Thatwouldnothavehadtobedoneifthelandhadbeenploughedinthefall;thegrasswouldhaverottedintheground，andwouldhavemadefertilizerfortheplants。Now，Margery’sfatherputthefertilizeronthetop，andthenrakeditintotheearth。
　　Atlast，itwastimetomaketheplacefortheseeds。Margeryandhermotherhelped。
　　Fathertiedoneendofacordtoalittlestake，anddrovethestakeinthegroundatoneendofthegarden。Thenhetookthecordtotheotherendofthegardenandpulledittight，tiedittoanotherstake，anddrovethatdown。Thatmadeastraightlineforhimtosee。Thenhehoedatrench，afewinchesdeep，thewholelengthofthecord，andscatteredfertilizerinit。Prettysoonthewholegardenwasinlinesoflittletrenches。
　　"Nowforthecorn，"saidfather。
　　Margeryranandbroughttheseedbox，andfoundthepackageofcorn。Itlookedlikekernelsofgold，whenitwasopened。
　　"MayIhelp？"Margeryasked，whenshesawhowprettyitwas。
　　"Ifyouwatchmesowonerow，Ithinkyoucandothenext，"saidherfather。
　　SoMargerywatched。Herfathertookahandfulofkernels，and，stooping，walkedslowlyalongtheline，lettingthekernelsfall，fiveorsixatatime，inspotsaboutafootapart;heswunghisarmwithagentle，throwingmotion，andthegoldenseedstrickledoutlikelittleshowers，veryexactly。Itwasprettytowatch;itmadeMargerythinkofaphotographherteacherhad，aphotographofafamouspicturecalled"TheSower。"Perhapsyouhaveseenit。
　　Puttingintheseedwasnotsoeasytodoastowatch;sometimesMargerygotintoomuch，andsometimesnotenough;butherfatherhelpedfixit，andsoonshedidbetter。
　　Theyplantedpeas，beans，spinach，carrots，andparsnips。AndMargery’sfathermadearowofholes，afterthat，forthetomatoplants。Hesaidthosehadtobetransplanted;theycouldnotbesownfromseed。
　　Whentheseedswereinthetrenchestheyhadtobecoveredup，andMargeryreallyhelpedatthat。Itisfuntodoit。
　　Youstandbesidethelittletrenchandwalkbackward，andasyouwalkyouhoethelooseearthbackovertheseeds;thesamedirtthatwashoedupyoupullbackagain。Thenyourakeverygentlyoverthesurface，withthebackofarake，toevenitalloff。Margerylikedit，becausenowthegardenbegantolookLIKEagarden。
　　Butbestofallwastheworknextday，whenherownlittleparticulargardenwasbegun。FatherBrownlovedMargeryandMargery’smothersomuchthathewantedtheirgardentobeperfect，andthatmeantagreatdealmorework。Heknewverywellthattheoldgrasswouldbegintocomethroughagainonsuch"green"
　　soil，andthatitwouldmaketerriblyhardweeding。Hewasnotgoingtohaveanysuchthingforhistwo"littlegirls，"ashecalledthem。Sohefixedthatlittlegardenveryfine！Thisiswhathedid。
　　Afterhehadthrownoutalltheturf，heshoveledcleanearthontothegarden，——
　　asmuchasthreesolidinchesofit;notabitofgrasswasinthat。Thenitwasreadyforrakingandfertilizing，andforthelines。
　　ThelittlefootpathsweremarkedoutbyFatherBrown’sfeet;Margeryandhermotherlaughedwellwhentheysawit，foritlookedlikesomekindofdance。Mr。
　　Brownhadseengardenersdoitwhenhewasalittleboy，andhediditverynicely：
　　hewalkedalongthesidesofthesquare，withonefootturnedalittleout，andtheotherstraight，takingsuchtinystepsthathisfeettouchedeachotherallthetime。
　　Thistrampedoutapathjustwideenoughforapersontowalk。
　　Thewiderpathwasmarkedwithlinesandraked。
　　Margerythought，ofcourse，alltheflowerswouldbeputinasthevegetableswere;butshefoundthatitwasnotso。
　　Forsome，herfatherpokedlittleholeswithhisfinger;forsome，hemadeveryshallowditches;andsomeverysmallseedswerejustscatteredlightlyoverthetopoftheground。
　　Margeryandhermotherhadtakensomuchpainsinthinkingouthowtheflowerswouldlookprettiest，thatmaybeyouwillliketohearjusthowtheydesignedthatgarden。Atthebackwerethesweetpeas，whichwouldgrowtall，likeascreen;onthetwosides，forakindofhedge，wereyellowsunflowers;andalongthefrontedgewerethegaynasturtiums。Margeryplannedthat，sothatshecouldlookintothegardenfromthefront，buthaveitshutawayfromthevegetablepatchbythetallflowersonthesides。Thetwofrontcornershadcoreopsisinthem。Coreopsisisatall，pretty，daisy—likeflower，verydaintyandbright。Andthen，inlittlesquarepatchesallroundthegarden，wereplantedwhitesweetalyssum，bluebachelor’sbuttons，yellowmarigolds，talllarkspur，many—
　　coloredastersandzinnias。Alltheselovelyflowersusedtogrowinourgrandmothers’
　　gardens，andifyoudon’tknowwhattheylooklike，Ihopeyoucanfindoutnextsummer。
　　Betweentheflowersandthemiddlepathwenttheseedsforthatwonderfulsaladgarden;allthethingsMrs。BrownhadnamedtoMargerywerethere。Margeryhadneverseenanythingsocunningasthelittleroundlettuce—seeds。Theylookedliketinybeads;itdidnotseempossiblethatgreenlettuceleavescouldcomefromthose。Buttheysurelywould。
　　MotherandfatherandMargerywerealllatetosupperthatevening。Buttheywereallsohappythatitdidnotmatter。
　　ThelastthingMargerythoughtof，asshewenttosleepatnight，wasthedear，smoothlittlegarden，withitsfunnyfoot—
　　path，andwiththelittlesticksstandingattheendoftherows，labeled"lettuce，"
　　"beets，""helianthus，"andsoon。
　　"Ihaveagarden！Ihaveagarden！"
　　thoughtMargery，andthenshewentofftodreamland。
　　THELITTLECOTYLEDONS
　　ThisisanotherstoryaboutMargery’sgarden。
　　Thenextmorningafterthegardenwasplanted，Margerywasupandoutatsixo’clock。Shecouldnotwaittolookathergarden。Tobesure，sheknewthattheseedscouldnotsproutinasinglenight，butshehadafeelingthatSOMETHINGmighthappenwhileshewasnotlooking。Thegardenwasjustassmoothandbrownasthenightbefore，andnolittleseedswereinsight。
　　Butaveryfewmorningsafterthat，whenMargerywentout，therewasafunnylittlecrackopeningupthroughtheearth，thewholelengthofthepatch。Quicklyshekneltdowninthefootpath，tosee。
　　Yes！Tinygreenleaves，awholerowofthem，werepushingtheirwaythroughthecrust！Margeryknewwhatshehadputthere：itwastheradish—row;thesemustberadishleaves。Sheexaminedthemveryclosely，sothatshemightknowaradishnexttime。Thelittleleaves，nobiggerthanhalfyourlittle—fingernail，grewintwos，——twooneachtinystem;theywerealmostround。
　　Margeryflewbacktohermother，tosaythatthefirstseedswereup。Andhermother，nearlyasexcitedasMargery，cametolookatthelittlecrack。
　　Eachday，afterthat，therowofradishesgrew，till，inaweek，itstoodashighasyourfinger，greenandsturdy。Butaboutthethirdday，whileMargerywasstoopingovertheradishes，shesawsomethingvery，verysmallandgreen，peepingaboveground，wherethelettucewasplanted。
　　Coulditbeweeds？No，foronlookingverycloselyshesawthattheweeleavesfaintlymarkedaregularrow。Theydidnotmakeacrack，liketheradishes;theyseemedtoosmallandtoofaraparttopushtheearthuplikethat。Margeryleaneddownandlookedwithallhereyesatthebabyplants。Thetinyleavesgrewtwoonastem，andwerealmostround。ThemoreshelookedatthemthemoreitseemedtoMargerythattheylookedexactlyastheradishlookedwhenitfirstcameup。"Doyousuppose，"Margerysaidtoherself，"thatlettuceandradishlookalike？Theydon’tlookalikeinthemarket！"
　　Daybydaythelettucegrew，andsoonthelittleroundleaveswereeasiertoexamine;theycertainlywereverymuchlikeradishleaves。
　　Then，onemorning，whileshewassearchingthegroundforsignsofseeds，Margerydiscoveredthebeets。Inirregularpatchesontherow，hintsofgreenwerecoming。Thenextdayandthenexttheygrew，untilthebeetleaveswerebigenoughtosee。
　　Margerylooked。Thenshelookedagain。
　　Thenshewrinkledherforehead。"Canwehavemadeamistake？"shethought。
　　"Doyousupposewecanhaveplantedallradishes？"
　　Forthoselittlebeetleaveswerealmostround，andtheygrewtwoonastem，preciselylikethelettuceandtheradish;
　　exceptforthesize，allthreerowslookedalike。
　　ItwastoomuchforMargery。Sherantothehouseandfoundherfather。Herlittlefacewassoanxiousthathethoughtsomethingunpleasanthadhappened。"Papa，"
　　shesaid，alloutofbreath，"doyouthinkwecouldhavemadeamistakeaboutmygarden？Doyouthinkwecouldhaveputradishesinalltherows？"
　　Fatherlaughed。"Whatmakesyouthinksuchathing？"heasked。
　　"Papa，"saidMargery，"thelittleleavesalllookexactlyalike！everyplanthasjusttwotinyleavesonit，andshapedthesame;
　　theyareroundish，andgrowoutofthestematthesameplace。"
　　Papa’seyesbegantotwinkle。"Manyofthedicotyledonousplantslookalikeatthebeginning，"hesaid，withalittledrawlonthebigword。ThatwastoteaseMargery，becauseshealwayswantedtoknowthebigwordssheheard。
　　"What’s`dicotyledonous’？"saidMargery，carefully。
　　"WaittillIcomehometo—night，dear，"
　　saidherfather，"andI’lltellyou。"
　　ThateveningMargerywaswaitingeagerlyforhim，whenherfatherfinishedhissupper。Togethertheywenttothegarden，andfatherexaminedtheseedlingscarefully。Thenhepulledupalittleradishplantandatinybeet。
　　"Theselittleleaves，"hesaid，"arenottherealleavesoftheplant;theyareonlylittlefood—supplyleaves，littlepocketstoholdfoodfortheplanttoliveontillitgetsstrongenoughtopushupintotheair。Assoonastherealleavescomeoutandbegintodrawfoodfromtheair，theselittlesubstituteswitherupandfalloff。Thesetwoliefoldedupinthelittleseedfromthebeginning，andarefullofplantfood。Theydon’thavetobeveryspecialinshape，yousee，becausetheydon’tstayontheplantafteritisgrownup。"
　　"Theneveryplantlookslikethisatfirst？"saidMargery。
　　"No，dear，noteveryone;plantsaredividedintotwokinds：thosewhichhavetwofoodleaves，liketheseplants，andthosewhichhaveonlyone;thesearecalleddicotyledonous，andtheoneswhichhavebutonefoodleafaremonocotyledonous。
　　Manyofthedicotyledonslookalike。"
　　"Ithinkthatisinteresting，"saidMargery。"Ialwayssupposedtheplantsweredifferentfromtheminutetheybegantogrow。"
　　"Indeed，no，"saidfather。"Evensomeofthetreeslooklikethiswhentheyfirstcomethrough;youwouldnotthinkabirchtreecouldlooklikeavegetableoraflower，wouldyou？Butitdoes，atfirst;
　　itlookssomuchlikethesethingsthatinthegreatnurseries，wheretreesareraisedforforestsandparks，theworkmenhavetobeverycarefullytrained，orelsetheywouldpullupthetreeswhentheyareweeding。Theyhavetobetaughtthedifferencebetweenabirchtreeandaweed。"
　　"Howfunny！"saidMargerydimpling。
　　"Yes，itsoundsfunny，"saidfather;
　　"butyousee，thebirchtreeisdicotyledonous，andsoaremanyweeds，andthedicotyledonslookmuchalikeatfirst。"
　　"Iamgladtoknowthat，father，"saidMargery，soberly。"IbelievemaybeIshalllearnagooddealfromlivinginthecountry;
　　don’tyouthinkso？"
　　Margery’sfathertookherinhisarms。
　　"Ihopeso，dear，"hesaid;"thecountryisagoodplaceforlittlegirls。"
　　Andthatwasallthathappened，thatday。
　　THETALKATIVETORTOISE[1]
　　[1]VeryfreelyadaptedfromoneoftheFablesofBidpai。
　　Onceuponatime，aTortoiselivedinapondwithtwoDucks，whowereherverygoodfriends。SheenjoyedthecompanyoftheDucks，becauseshecouldtalkwiththemtoherheart’scontent;theTortoiselikedtotalk。Shealwayshadsomethingtosay，andshelikedtohearherselfsayit。
　　Aftermanyyearsofthispleasantliving，thepondbecameverylow，inadryseason;
　　andfinallyitdriedup。ThetwoDuckssawthattheycouldnolongerlivethere，sotheydecidedtoflytoanotherregion，wheretherewasmorewater。TheywenttotheTortoisetobidhergood—by。
　　"Oh，don’tleavemebehind！"beggedtheTortoise。"Takemewithyou;ImustdieifIamlefthere。"
　　"Butyoucannotfly！"saidtheDucks。
　　"Howcanwetakeyouwithus？"
　　"Takemewithyou！takemewithyou！"
　　saidtheTortoise。
　　TheDucksfeltsosorryforherthatatlasttheythoughtofawaytotakeher。
　　"Wehavethoughtofawaywhichwillbepossible，"theysaid，"ifonlyyoucanmanagetokeepstilllongenough。Wewilleachtakeholdofoneendofastoutstick，anddoyoutakethemiddleinyourmouth;
　　thenwewillflyupintheairwithyouandcarryyouwithus。Butremembernottotalk！Ifyouopenyourmouth，youarelost。"
　　TheTortoisesaidshewouldnotsayaword;shewouldnotsomuchasmovehermouth;andshewasverygrateful。SotheDucksbroughtastronglittlestickandtookholdoftheends，whiletheTortoisebitfirmlyonthemiddle。ThenthetwoDucksroseslowlyintheairandflewawaywiththeirburden。
　　Whentheywereabovethetreetops，theTortoisewantedtosay，"Howhighweare！"Butsheremembered，andkeptstill。Whentheypassedthechurchsteepleshewantedtosay，"Whatisthatwhichshines？"Butsheremembered，andheldherpeace。Thentheycameoverthevillagesquare，andthepeoplelookedupandsawthem。"LookattheDuckscarryingaTortoise！"theyshouted;andeveryonerantolook。TheTortoisewantedtosay，"Whatbusinessisitofyours？"Butshedidn’t。Thensheheardthepeopleshout，"Isn’titstrange！Lookatit！Look！"
　　TheTortoiseforgoteverythingexceptthatshewantedtosay，"Hush，youfoolishpeople！"Sheopenedhermouth，——
　　andfelltotheground。AndthatwastheendoftheTortoise。
　　Itisaverygoodthingtobeabletoholdone’stongue！
　　ROBERTOFSICILY[1]
　　[1]AdaptedfromLongfellow’spoem。
　　AnoldlegendsaysthattherewasonceakingnamedRobertofSicily，whowasbrothertothegreatPopeofRomeandtotheEmperorofAllemaine。Hewasaveryselfishking，andveryproud;hecaredmoreforhispleasuresthanfortheneedsofhispeople，andhisheartwassofilledwithhisowngreatnessthathehadnothoughtforGod。
　　Oneday，thisproudkingwassittinginhisplaceatchurch，atvesperservice;hiscourtierswereabouthim，intheirbrightgarments，andhehimselfwasdressedinhisroyalrobes。ThechoirwaschantingtheLatinservice，andasthebeautifulvoicesswelledlouder，thekingnoticedoneparticularversewhichseemedtoberepeatedagainandagain。Heturnedtoalearnedclerkathissideandaskedwhatthosewordsmeant，forheknewnoLatin。
　　"Theymean，`Hehathputdownthemightyfromtheirseats，andhathexaltedthemoflowdegree，’"answeredtheclerk。
　　"ItiswellthewordsareinLatin，then，"
　　saidthekingangrily，"fortheyarealie。
　　Thereisnopoweronearthorinheavenwhichcanputmedownfrommyseat！"
　　Andhesneeredatthebeautifulsinging，asheleanedbackinhisplace。
　　Presentlythekingfellasleep，whiletheservicewenton。Hesleptdeeplyandlong。
　　Whenheawokethechurchwasdarkandstill，andhewasallalone。He，theking，hadbeenleftaloneinthechurch，toawakeinthedark！Hewasfuriouswithrageandsurprise，and，stumblingthroughthedimaisles，hereachedthegreatdoorsandbeatatthem，madly，shoutingforhisservants。
　　Theoldsextonheardsomeoneshoutingandpoundinginthechurch，andthoughtitwassomedrunkenvagabondwhohadstoleninduringtheservice。Hecametothedoorwithhiskeysandcalledout，"Whoisthere？"
　　"Open！open！ItisI，theking！"cameahoarse，angryvoicefromwithin。
　　"Itisacrazyman，"thoughtthesexton;
　　andhewasfrightened。Heopenedthedoorscarefullyandstoodback，peeringintothedarkness。Outpasthimrushedthefigureofamanintattered，scantyclothes，withunkempthairandwhite，wildface。Thesextondidnotknowthathehadeverseenhimbefore，buthelookedlongafterhim，wonderingathiswildnessandhishaste。
　　Inhisflutteringrags，withouthatorcloak，notknowingwhatstrangethinghadhappenedtohim，KingRobertrushedtohispalacegates，pushedasidethestartledservants，andhurried，blindwithrage，upthewidestairandthroughthegreatcorridors，towardtheroomwherehecouldhearthesoundofhiscourtiers’
　　voices。Menandwomenservantstriedtostoptheraggedman，whohadsomehowgotintothepalace，butRobertdidnotevenseethemashefledalong。Straighttotheopendoorsofthebigbanquethallhemadehisway，andintothemidstofthegrandfeastthere。
　　Thegreathallwasfilledwithlightsandflowers;thetablesweresetwitheverythingthatisdelicateandrichtoeat;thecourtiers，intheirgayclothes，werelaughingandtalking;andattheheadofthefeast，ontheking’sownthrone，sataking。Hisface，hisfigure，hisvoicewereexactlylikeRobertofSicily;nohumanbeingcouldhavetoldthedifference;noonedreamedthathewasnottheking。Hewasdressedintheking’sroyalrobes，heworetheroyalcrown，andonhishandwastheking’sownring。RobertofSicily，halfnaked，ragged，withoutasignofhiskingshiponhim，stoodbeforethethroneandstaredwithfuryatthisfigureofhimself。
　　Thekingonthethronelookedathim。
　　"Whoartthou，andwhatdostthouhere？"
　　heasked。AndthoughhisvoicewasjustlikeRobert’sown，ithadsomethinginitsweetanddeep，likethesoundofbells。
　　"Iamtheking！"criedRobertofSicily。
　　"Iamtheking，andyouareanimpostor！"
　　Thecourtiersstartedfromtheirseats，anddrewtheirswords。Theywouldhavekilledthecrazymanwhoinsultedtheirking;butheraisedhishandandstoppedthem，andwithhiseyeslookingintoRobert’seyeshesaid，"Nottheking;youshallbetheking’sjester！Youshallwearthecapandbells，andmakelaughterformycourt。Youshallbetheservantoftheservants，andyourcompanionshallbethejester’sape。"
　　Withshoutsoflaughter，thecourtiersdroveRobertofSicilyfromthebanquethall;thewaiting—men，withlaughter，too，pushedhimintothesoldiers’hall;andtherethepagesbroughtthejester’swretchedape，andputafool’scapandbellsonRobert’shead。Itwaslikeaterribledream;
　　hecouldnotbelieveittrue，hecouldnotunderstandwhathadhappenedtohim。
　　Andwhenhewokenextmorning，hebelieveditwasadream，andthathewaskingagain。Butasheturnedhishead，hefeltthecoarsestrawunderhischeekinsteadofthesoftpillow，andhesawthathewasinthestable，withtheshiveringapebyhisside。RobertofSicilywasajester，andnooneknewhimfortheking。
　　Threelongyearspassed。Sicilywashappyandallthingswentwellundertheking，whowasnotRobert。Robertwasstillthejester，andhisheartwasharderandbittererwitheveryyear。Manytimes，duringthethreeyears，theking，whohadhisfaceandvoice，hadcalledhimtohimself，whennoneelsecouldhear，andhadaskedhimtheonequestion，"Whoartthou？"AndeachtimethatheaskedithiseyeslookedintoRobert’seyes，tofindhisheart。ButeachtimeRobertthrewbackhisheadandanswered，proudly，"Iamtheking！"Andtheking’seyesgrewsadandstern。
　　Attheendofthreeyears，thePopebadetheEmperorofAllemaineandtheKingofSicily，hisbrothers，toagreatmeetinginhiscityofRome。TheKingofSicilywent，withallhissoldiersandcourtiersandservants，——agreatprocessionofhorsemenandfootmen。Neverhadbeenagayersightthanthegrandtrain，meninbrightarmor，ridersinwonderfulcloaksofvelvetandsilk，servants，carryingmarvelouspresentstothePope。AndattheveryendrodeRobert，thejester。Hishorsewasapooroldthing，many—colored，andtheaperodewithhim。Everyoneinthevillagesthroughwhichtheypassedranafterthejester，andpointedandlaughed。
　　ThePopereceivedhisbrothersandtheirtrainsinthesquarebeforeSaintPeter’s。WithmusicandflagsandflowershemadetheKingofSicilywelcome，andgreetedhimashisbrother。Inthemidstofit，thejesterbrokethroughthecrowdandthrewhimselfbeforethePope。
　　"Lookatme！"hecried;"Iamyourbrother，RobertofSicily！Thismanisanimpostor，whohasstolenmythrone。
　　IamRobert，theking！"
　　ThePopelookedatthepoorjesterwithpity，buttheEmperorofAllemaineturnedtotheKingofSicily，andsaid，"Isitnotratherdangerous，brother，tokeepamadmanasjester？"AndagainRobertwaspushedbackamongtheserving—men。
　　ItwasHolyWeek，andthekingandtheemperor，withalltheirtrains，wenteverydaytothegreatservicesinthecathedral。Somethingwonderfulandholyseemedtomakealltheseservicesmorebeautifulthaneverbefore。AllthepeopleofRomefeltit：itwasasifthepresenceofanangelwerethere。MenthoughtofGod，andfelthisblessingonthem。Butnooneknewwhoitwasthatbroughtthebeautifulfeeling。AndwhenEasterDaycame，neverhadtherebeensolovely，soholyaday：inthegreatchurches，filledwithflowers，andsweetwithincense，thekneelingpeoplelistenedtothechoirssinging，anditwaslikethevoicesofangels;
　　theirprayersweremoreearnestthaneverbefore，theirpraisemoreglad;therewassomethingheavenlyinRome。
　　RobertofSicilywenttotheserviceswiththerest，andsatinthehumblestplacewiththeservants。OverandoveragainheheardthesweetvoicesofthechoirschanttheLatinwordshehadheardlongago："Hehathputdownthemightyfromtheirseat，andhathexaltedthemoflowdegree。"Andatlast，ashelistened，hisheartwassoftened。He，too，feltthestrangeblessedpresenceofaheavenlypower。HethoughtofGod，andofhisownwickedness;herememberedhowhappyhehadbeen，andhowlittlegoodhehaddone;herealized，thathispowerhadnotbeenfromhimself，atall。OnEasternight，ashecrepttohisbedofstraw，hewept，notbecausehewassowretched，butbecausehehadnotbeenabetterkingwhenpowerwashis。
　　Atlastallthefestivitieswereover，andtheKingofSicilywenthometohisownlandagain，withhispeople。Robertthejestercamehometoo。
　　Onthedayoftheirhome—coming，therewasaspecialserviceintheroyalchurch，andevenaftertheservicewasoverforthepeople，themonksheldprayersofthanksgivingandpraise。Thesoundoftheirsingingcamesoftlyinatthepalacewindows。Inthegreatbanquetroom，thekingsat，wearinghisroyalrobesandhiscrown，whilemanysubjectscametogreethim。Atlast，hesentthemallaway，sayinghewantedtobealone;buthecommandedthejestertostay。AndwhentheywerealonetogetherthekinglookedintoRobert’seyes，ashehaddonebefore，andsaid，softly，"Whoartthou？"
　　RobertofSicilybowedhishead。"Thouknowestbest，"hesaid，"IonlyknowthatIhavesinned。"
　　Ashespoke，heheardthevoicesofthemonkssinging，"Hehathputdownthemightyfromtheirseat，"——andhisheadsanklower。Butsuddenlythemusicseemedtochange;awonderfullightshoneallabout。AsRobertraisedhiseyes，hesawthefaceofthekingsmilingathimwitharadiancelikenothingonearth，andashesanktohiskneesbeforethegloryofthatsmile，avoicesoundedwiththemusic，likeamelodythrobbingonasinglestring：——
　　"Iamanangel，andthouarttheking！"
　　ThenRobertofSicilywasalone。Hisroyalrobeswereuponhimoncemore;
　　heworehiscrownandhisroyalring。Hewasking。Andwhenthecourtierscamebacktheyfoundtheirkingkneelingbyhisthrone，absorbedinsilentprayer。
　　THEJEALOUSCOURTIERS[1]
　　[1]AdaptedfromthefactsgivenintheGermanofH。A。Guerber’sMarchenundErzahlungen（D。C。Heath&Co。）。
　　IwonderifyouhaveeverheardtheanecdoteabouttheartistofDusseldorfandthejealouscourtiers。Thisisit。ItseemstherewasonceaveryfamousartistwholivedinthelittletownofDusseldorf。HedidsuchfineworkthattheElector，PrinceJohannWilhelm，orderedaportraitstatueofhimself，onhorseback，tobedoneinbronze。Theartistwasoverjoyedatthecommission，andworkedearlyandlateatthestatue。
　　Atlasttheworkwasdone，andtheartisthadthegreatstatuesetupinthepublicsquareofDusseldorf，readyfortheopeningview。TheElectorcameontheappointedday，andwithhimcamehisfavoritecourtiersfromthecastle。Thenthestatuewasunveiled。Itwasverybeautiful，——
　　sobeautifulthattheprinceexclaimedinsurprise。Hecouldnotlookenough，andpresentlyheturnedtotheartistandshookhandswithhim，likeanoldfriend。"HerrGrupello，"hesaid，"youareagreatartist，andthisstatuewillmakeyourfameevengreaterthanitis;theportraitofmeisperfect！"
　　Whenthecourtiersheardthis，andsawthefriendlyhand—grasp，theirjealousyoftheartistwasbeyondbounds。Theironethoughtwas，howcouldtheysafelydosomethingtohumiliatehim。Theydarednotpickflawsintheportraitstatue，fortheprincehaddeclareditperfect。Butatlastoneofthemsaid，withanairofgreatfrankness，"Indeed，HerrGrupello，theportraitofhisRoyalHighnessisperfect;
　　butpermitmetosaythatthestatueofthehorseisnotquitesosuccessful：theheadistoolarge;itisoutofproportion。"
　　"No，"saidanother，"thehorseisreallynotsosuccessful;theturnoftheneck，there，isawkward。"
　　"Ifyouwouldchangetherighthind—
　　foot，HerrGrupello，"saidathird，"itwouldbeanimprovement。"
　　Stillanotherfoundfaultwiththehorse’stail。
　　Theartistlistened，quietly。Whentheyhadallfinished，heturnedtotheprinceandsaid，"Yourcourtiers，Prince，findagoodmanyflawsinthestatueofthehorse;
　　willyoupermitmetokeepitafewdaysmore，todowhatIcanwithit？"
　　TheElectorassented，andtheartistorderedatemporaryscreenbuiltaroundthestatue，sothathisassistantscouldworkundisturbed。Forseveraldaysthesoundofhammeringcamesteadilyfrombehindtheenclosure。Thecourtiers，whotookcaretopassthatway，often，weredelighted。Eachonesaidtohimself，"I
　　musthavebeenright，really;theartisthimselfseesthatsomethingwaswrong;
　　nowIshallhavecreditforsavingtheprince’sportraitbymyartistictaste！"
　　Oncemoretheartistsummonedtheprinceandhiscourtiers，andoncemorethestatuewasunveiled。AgaintheElectorexclaimedatitsbeauty，andthenheturnedtohiscourtiers，oneafteranother，toseewhattheyhadtosay。
　　"Perfect！"saidthefirst。"Nowthatthehorse’sheadisinproportion，thereisnotaflaw。"
　　"Thechangeintheneckwasjustwhatwasneeded，"saidthesecond;"itisverygracefulnow。"
　　"Therearrightfootisasitshouldbe，now，"saidathird，"anditaddssomuchtothebeautyofthewhole！"
　　Thefourthsaidthatheconsideredthetailgreatlyimproved。
　　"Mycourtiersaremuchpleasednow，"
　　saidtheprincetoHerrGrupello;"theythinkthestatuemuchimprovedbythechangesyouhavemade。"
　　HerrGrupellosmiledalittle。"Iamgladtheyarepleased，"hesaid，"butthefactis，Ihavechangednothing！"
　　"Whatdoyoumean？"saidtheprinceinsurprise。"Havewenotheardthesoundofhammeringeveryday？Whatwereyouhammeringatthen？"
　　"Iwashammeringatthereputationofyourcourtiers，whofoundfaultsimplybecausetheywerejealous，"saidtheartist。
　　"AndIratherthinkthattheirreputationisprettywellhammeredtopieces！"
　　Itwas，indeed。TheElectorlaughedheartily，butthecourtiersslunkaway，oneafteranother，withoutaword。
　　PRINCECHERRY[1]
　　[1]Ashortenedversionofthefamiliartale。
　　Therewasonceanoldking，sowiseandkindandtruethatthemostpowerfulgoodfairyofhislandvisitedhimandaskedhimtonamethedearestwishofhisheart，thatshemightgrantit。
　　"Surelyyouknowit，"saidthegoodking;"itisformyonlyson，PrinceCherry;
　　doforhimwhateveryouwouldhavedoneforme。"
　　"Gladly，"saidthegreatfairy;"choosewhatIshallgivehim。Icanmakehimtherichest，themostbeautiful，orthemostpowerfulprinceintheworld;choose。"
　　"NoneofthosethingsarewhatIwant，"
　　saidtheking。"Iwantonlythatheshallbegood。Ofwhatusewillitbetohimtobebeautiful，rich，orpowerful，ifhegrowsintoabadman？Makehimthebestprinceintheworld，Ibegyou！"
　　"Alas，Icannotmakehimgood，"saidthefairy;"hemustdothatforhimself。
　　Icangivehimgoodadvice，reprovehimwhenhedoeswrong，andpunishhimifhewillnotpunishhimself;Icanandwillbehisbestfriend，butIcannotmakehimgoodunlesshewillsit。"
　　Thekingwassadtohearthis，butherejoicedinthefriendshipofthefairyforhisson。Andwhenhedied，soonafter，hewashappytoknowthatheleftPrinceCherryinherhands。
　　PrinceCherrygrievedforhisfatherandoftenlayawakeatnight，thinkingofhim。Onenight，whenhewasallaloneinhisroom，asoftandlovelylightsuddenlyshonebeforehim，andabeautifulvisionstoodathisside。Itwasthegoodfairy。Shewascladinrobesofdazzlingwhite，andonhershininghairsheworeawreathofwhiteroses。
　　"IamtheFairyCandide，"shesaidtotheprince。"IpromisedyourfatherthatIwouldbeyourbestfriend，andaslongasyouliveIshallwatchoveryourhappiness。