And Tavwots ran again; this time he cut the bowstring and set the sun
free. But when he got back he was melted down to the size he is now! Only
one thing is left of all his greatness: you may still see by the print of
his feet as he leaps in the trail, how great his stride was when he caught
the sun in his snare.


THE PIG BROTHER[1]

[Footnote 1: From _The Golden Windows_, by Laura E. Richards. (H.R.
Allenson Ltd. 2s. 6d. net.)]

There was once a child who was untidy. He left his books on the floor, and
his muddy shoes on the table; he put his fingers in the jam pots, and
spilled ink on his best pinafore; there was really no end to his
untidiness.

One day the Tidy Angel came into his nursery.

"This will never do!" said the Angel. "This is really shocking. You must
go out and stay with your brother while I set things to rights here."

"I have no brother!" said the child.

"Yes, you have," said the Angel. "You may not know him, but he will know
you. Go out in the garden and watch for him, and he will soon come."

"I don't know what you mean!" said the child; but he went out into the
garden and waited.