The Play Angel gave a piece to the next child.
“Here,” she said, “is a little pie. Outside, as you see, it is brown and crusty, and inside it is all chicken, and ham, and jelly, and hard-boiled eggs. Did you ever see such a pie?”
“No, I never did,” said the child.
“Now here,” said the Angel to the third child, “is a round cake. The frosting is half an inch thick, and inside there are chopped nuts and raisins. It is the prettiest cake I ever saw, and the best.”
“So it is,” said the third child.
Then the Angel gave the last piece to the child whose nursery it was.
“My dear,” she said, “just look! Here is an ice-cream rabbit. He is snowy white outside, with eyes of red sugar; see his long ears, and his little tail. Inside, I think you will find he is pink.
“Now, when I clap my hands and count one, two, three, you must eat the feast all up. One—two,—three!”
So the children ate the feast all up.
“There,” said the Angel, “did you ever see such a grand feast?”