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

   "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.

   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 

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