They looked and saw a gentle-eyed woman busy carrying cheer into the poorer haunts of men. She was a very beautiful as well as a happy woman.
"Life is not what we have, children, but what we are. Rich or poor, we can be happy if we do something for one another."
"Tell us how to be happy without money," said the boy.
The monk smiled. "There is but one way."
"What is it?" They eagerly asked.
"Do the thing that is right whenever required, and do it immediately. For instance, restore the lost eye to Don."
"But!" they both protested, "how can we—for the gobbler swallowed it?"
The monk lowered his voice: "Why not give one of your eyes to him?"
"I will give my eye, dear Monk!" replied the boy.