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beach, and tasted the water. It was salt and bitter to the pal-
ate, like it had been in his dream.

“The first cocoa-nut was broken, and forth gushed the milk,
as pure and deliciously cool as crystal. The Rajah’s life was
saved by this food.

“In his gratitude he made known to all the world that he
had discovered a tree the fruit of which was renewed health,
the leaf adapted to making huts, mats, fans, and thread, the sap

a refreshing liquor, and the pith a nutritious meal.”

In the picture the Arabs watered their camels, and prepared
to cross the desert; but they got no farther in their move-
ments, because they were taken in those attitudes.

“T can’t make out all that you say,” Job remarked, looking
at the palm-tree. “Who was Buddha?”

“Tf you have heard of the heathen you know what I mean.
The Rajah was a heathen, and worshipped the god Buddha, as
a great many people do in the East. The missionaries go to
those lands to teach them better, and tell them about Christ.”

Then the palm-tree became part of the picture again.

The tiny visitors grew restless; as for Nip he appeared and
disappeared continually, now climbing among the old blue ware
of the open cupboard, now dancing on Grandfather’s spectacle-
case, now seating himself in the steel thimble on the shelf as if
it were a tub. However, Job and the Fairies did not expect Nip
to behave well. The Angora cat gave a leap in the air, and
came down with her fur standing on end.

“Jt must be time for the Fairy of the Cascade,” she purred.

“ Bang! bang!” went the old clock, as if in answer.