"My red robe is torn and draggled," said Love. "May I wrap me in the gown you are making?"
"Oh! and welcome," said Kindness. "It is for you it was making, and now it is finished."
Love bent over the fire and warmed his poor cold hands.
"Oh!" he cried; "now that I am back in my house I would never leave it again. But what of my wings, lest they put the flight in me once more?"
"Suppose I clip them," said Kindness, "with my little scissors!"
"How are your scissors called, dear?"
"Peace-and-Comfort is their name!" said Kindness.
So Kindness clipped the wings of Love; and this one swept the hearth, and that one mended the fire, and all went well while they kept the house together.