“No, we never did!” said all the four children together.
“And there are some crumbs left over,” said the Angel. “Come, and we will give them to the brother birds.”
“But you didn’t have any,” said the child whose nursery it was.
“Oh, yes!” said the Angel, “I had it all.”
—Laura E. Richards.
Small service is true service while it lasts.
Of humblest friends, bright creature, scorn not one.
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.