She is ill--I had so much--" "Poor child," said the paraschites, stroking the boy's hair; "there-give it to Uarda." Scherau went up to the sick girl, knelt down by her, and whispered with streaming eyes: "Take it! It is good, and very sweet, and if I get another cake, and Hekt will let me out, I will bring it to you.
"Thank you, good little Scherau," said Uarda, kissing the child.

Then she turned to Pentaur and said: "For weeks he has had nothing but papyrus-pith, and lotus-bread, and now he brings me the cake which grandmother gave old Hekt yesterday." The child blushed all over, and stammered: "It is only half--but I did not touch it.

Your dog bit out this piece, and this." He touched the honey with the tip of his finger, and put it to his lips.
"I was a long time behind the reeds there, for I did not like to come out because of the strangers there." He pointed to Nebsecht and Pentaur.

"But now I must go home," he cried.
The child was going, but Pentaur stopped him, seized him, lifted him up in his arms and kissed him; saying, as he turned to Nebsecht: "They were wise, who represented Horus--the symbol of the triumph of good over evil and of purity over the impure--in the form of a child.

Bless you, my little friend; be good, and always give away what you have to make others happy.