Its blossoms from bright golden threads it weaves;
Its fruit is health and wealth and honest joy—
So seek this goodly tree, wise girl and boy.
THE QUEER LITTLE OLD MAN
Once upon a time, in a quaint old town, there lived a queer little old man. His name was Thrift—Father Thrift people called him, although he really was no father at all.
As I said before, he was just a queer little old man. He had no wife, no children, no home of his own.
But he had a kind heart within his queer little body. Also, he had willing hands and feet, and these brought him many friends.