The Boy cried bitterly until luncheon time, but when he came to think
over the matter, he knew that his mother was right, and Mrs.
Chinchilla was right, too; so he treated all mother-cats and their
kittens more kindly after that.




A STORY OF THE FOREST

"It is not the gay forms he meets in the fairy-tale which charm the
child, hut a spiritual, invisible truth lying far deeper."--Froebel.


Far away, in the depths of a great green rustling wood, there lived a
Fir-tree. She was tall and dark and fragrant; so tall that her topmost
plumes seemed waving about in the clouds, and her branches were so
thick and strong and close set that down below them on the ground it
was dark almost as night.

There were many other trees in the forest, as tall and grand as she,
and when they bent and bowed to each other, as the wind played in
their branches, you could hear a wonderful lovely sound, like the
great organ when it plays softly in the church.

Down below, under the trees, the ground was covered with a glossy
brown carpet of the sharp, needle-like leaves the fir-trees had let
fall, and on this carpet there were pointed brown fir cones lying,
looking dry and withered, and yet bearing under their scales many