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18 Chit-Chat by Puck.
resounding metal, and Puck shook his head mourn-
fully when he left the irreclaimable old wretch.
Down in a dark lane a few beams of light glim-
mered from a window, the panes of which were
broken, but mended with long strips of paper pasted
over the cracks. Near the casement, on a rickety
table, stood a candle, and close to it hung a glass
ball filled with water, through which the light shone
on a pair of diligent hands at work ona shoe. The
poor cobbler was still up working, and every time he
felt that his eyelids grew heavy he looked around to
the side of the room where his numerous children
were lying asleep. He looked for a while at some of
the curly little heads that peeped forth from amongst
the bed clothes, and he felt that his own eyelids
were no longer heavy: he listened to the sound sleep
of his dear ones, and felt himself breathing much
more easily. And he began with renewed strength
again to work to get bread for his loved ones.
“The very best of what I have I will give to him,”
said Puck, and shook his flowery wand, so that
there rained down tiny little blue-bells that filled
the air of the room with a refreshing fragrance.
“May the blossoms of contentment always refresh
you at your work!” said Puck; and when he and his
companion left the dimly-lit chamber they heard
the master cobbler humming—
** No riches I’ve got,
But content with my lot,
With the king I can vie,
Who is happier than 1?”
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