<h2><SPAN name="THE_GREAT_FEAST" id="THE_GREAT_FEAST">THE GREAT FEAST</SPAN></h2>
<p><span class="upper">Once</span> the Play Angel
came into a nursery
where four little children
sat on the floor
with sad and troubled
faces.</p>
<p>“What is the matter,
dears?” asked the Play Angel.</p>
<p>“We wanted to have a grand feast!”
said the child whose nursery it was.</p>
<p>“Yes, that would be delightful!” said
the Play Angel.</p>
<p>“But there is only one cooky!” said the
child whose nursery it was.</p>
<p>“And it is a very small cooky!” said
the child who was a cousin, and therefore
felt a right to speak.</p>
<p>“Not big enough for myself!” said the
child whose nursery it was.</p>
<p>The other two children said nothing,
because they were not relations; but they<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</SPAN></span>
looked at the cooky with large eyes, and
their mouths went up in the middle and
down at the sides.</p>
<p>“Well,” said the Play Angel, “suppose
we have the feast just the same! I think
we can manage it.”</p>
<p>She broke the cooky into four pieces,
and gave one piece to the littlest child.</p>
<p>“See!” she said. “This is a roast
chicken, a Brown Bantam. It is just as
brown and crispy as it can be, and there
is cranberry sauce on one side, and on the
other a little mountain of mashed potato;
it must be a volcano, it smokes so. Do
you see?”</p>
<p>“Yes!” said the littlest one; and his
mouth went down in the middle and up
at the corners.</p>
<p>The Play Angel gave a piece to the
next child.</p>
<p>“Here,” she said, “is a little pie! Outside,
as you see, it is brown and crusty,
with a wreath of pastry leaves round the
edge and ‘For You’ in the middle; but
inside it is all chicken and ham and jelly
and hard-boiled eggs. Did ever you see
such a pie?”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Never I did!” said the child.</p>
<p>“Now here,” said the Angel to the
third child, “is a round cake. <em>Look</em> at
it! the frosting is half an inch thick, with
candied rose-leaves and angelica laid on
in true-lovers’ knots; and inside there are
chopped-up almonds, and raisins, and great
slices of citron. It is the prettiest cake
I ever saw, and the best.”</p>
<p>“So it is I did!” said the third child.</p>
<p>Then the Angel gave the last piece to
the child whose nursery it was.</p>
<p>“My dear!” she said. “Just look!
Here is an ice-cream rabbit. He is
snow-white outside, with eyes of red
barley sugar; see his ears, and his little
snubby tail! but inside, I <em>think</em> you will
find him pink. Now, when I clap my
hands and count one, two, three, you
must eat the feast all up. One—two—three!”</p>
<p>So the children ate the feast all up.</p>
<p>“There!” said the Angel. “Did ever
you see such a grand feast?”</p>
<p>“No, never we did!” said all the four
children together.</p>
<p>“And there are some crumbs left over,”<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</SPAN></span>
said the Angel. “Come, and we will give
them to the brother birds!”</p>
<p>“But you didn’t have any!” said the
child whose nursery it was.</p>
<p>“Oh, yes!” said the Angel. “I had
it all!”</p>
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