No kind of use to me.
—Edith Colby Banfield.
THE GREAT FEAST
Once the Play Angel came into a nursery where four little children sat on the floor with sad and troubled faces.
“What is the matter, children?” asked the Play Angel.
“We wanted to have a great feast,” said the child whose nursery it was.
“Yes, that would be delightful,” said the Play Angel.
“But there is only one cooky!” said the child whose nursery it was.