Golden Sword." Every day he came in his golden chariot scattering heat, light and happiness among his people. Every day he passed from his palace in the east far over to his throne in the west. He never missed a day for he wanted to see that everyone had a full share of his gifts. Throughout the kingdom the birds sang and the flowers bloomed. The sky was full of beautiful pictures which were constantly changing. The king had many daughters who were called swan maidens. They were as graceful as swans and usually wore white featherlike dresses. The swan maidens loved their good father and each one longed to help him in his work.

Sometimes the king saw that the grass was brown or the buds were not coming out. Then he called the swan maidens to him and said, "My children, this must not be. There is nothing more beautiful in the kingdom than the green grass and the trees. They need your care." Gladly each maiden changed her dress and set out at once on her journey. Often they could not all work upon the grass and the buds. Some of them ran off to play with the stones in the brook. The best ones went down to feed the roots and worms, and worked out of sight. When their tasks were finished they always hurried back to their father, the king. They went so noiselessly and swiftly that for a long time their way of travelling was a mystery.

In the fall, the king called the bravest swan maidens to him. He told them they must go away for a long time. The swan maidens wrapped themselves in white, feathery blankets and came softly down to the shivering flowers.Gently they placed a white spread on the earth and left no small seed uncovered. At last, when the king smiled and their work was done, they stole away so softly and happily that no one missed them.

THE POPLAR TREE.
One night, just at sunset, an old man found the pot of gold which lies under the end of the rainbow. His home was far beyond the dark forest, through which he was passing. The pot of gold was heavy, and he soon began to look for a safe place in which to hide it until morning. A poplar tree stood near the path stretching its branches straight out from the trunk. That was the way the poplar trees grew in those days.
"Ah," said the man, "This tree is the very place in which to conceal my treasure. The trees are all asleep, I see, and these leaves are large and thick."
He carefully placed the pot of gold in the tree, and hurried home to tell of his good fortune. Very early the next morning, Iris, the rainbow messenger, missed the precious pot of gold. She hastened to Zeus and told him of the loss. Zeus immediately sent Hermes in search of it. Hermes soon came to the forest where it was hidden. He awakened 

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