flames from the burning house opposite, both hands holding
tightly on his red cap, in which lay the treasure; and now he
knew what his heart really valued most--to whom he really
belonged. But when the fire was put out, and the Goblin thought
it over--then--

'I will divide myself between the two,' he said. 'I cannot quite
give up the grocer, because of the jam!'

And it is just the same with us. We also cannot quite give up the
grocer--because of the jam.





The House in the Wood
From the German of Grimm.



A poor woodcutter lived with his wife and three daughters in a
little hut on the borders of a great forest.

One morning as he was going to his work, he said to his wife,
'Let our eldest daughter bring me my lunch into the wood; and so
that she shall not lose her way, I will take a bag of millet with
me, and sprinkle the seed on the path.'

When the sun had risen high over the forest, the girl set out