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114 Chit-Chat by Puck.
When he looked up he saw the rising sun light-
ening up the place where he sat leaning against the
flat stone. His first glance lit upon a mossy fissure
where a pansy lifted its bright petals towards the
sun. He felt a soft yearning in his heart towards
it, and said, “ How sweet and beautiful you are in
that lowly place, little flower!”
Then a swift glimmer of light spread o’er the
flower, and James espied a pearl of bright colours,
like the pansy itself. A letter was traced on the
pearl, but James could not decipher it. Yet he
felt that hope had returned to his bosom, and he
took the pearl with him when he left the place.
Through forest and valley he wended his way
during the day, and when night came he slept
under the hospitable roof of the starry heavens.
At noon, one sultry day, he arrived at a small
brook, gently murmuring in its onward course, and
he knelt by its bank to refresh himself from its cool,
clear waters. .He drank out of his open hand, and
when he had quenched his thirst, he said, smiling,
“How happy you are, little brook, in having be-
stowed upon you the blessing of refreshing fatigued
travellers and spreading life all around you.”
Then suddenly one of the drops was transformed
into a transparent pearl of the clearest crystal, and
it remained in James’ hand when the water had
been drunk. He felt new strength infused into
his veins, and placed the pearl beside the one he
had found in the flower.
At peep of day, next morning early, James awoke
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