94. The Shadow.

well when the master is present, and not at all
when he is absent. Although the Shadow worked
hard, he could not carry the sand, he could not
drag the stones, and he could not build the tower,
for his pail was a shadow-pail, his shovel a shadow-
shovel, and he himself the biggest shadow of all.
Then he sat down and cried bitterly. A kind-
hearted moonbeam, of which there had been mil-
lions playing all about, came to him, saying:

“What is the matter ?”’

He told her, and shining kindly on him, she
said:

‘‘Go home, and I promise that the next time
you come to the beach, you shall find two towers
on the castle.”’

‘Flow can you do that?” he asked, but as the
moonbeam had already gone, of course she could
not answer this.

The Shadow, comforted, in spite of himself, by
her promise, thought he would go home, but before
he had gone half the distance, he was so tired:
that he lay down for a nap by the roadside. He
meant to take only a very short nap, but he slept