This would have been the end of little Miss Bean, had not a tailor passed that way just then. He was sorry for the poor bean, so he picked up the two parts tenderly, and quickly sewed them together. But the thread that he used was black. And ever since that time some beans have a black seam around them.

FRIENDS

North Wind came whistling through the wood

Where the tender, sweet things grew—

The tall fair ferns and the maiden hair,