They were all first-rate--everything that he made--better than any one else could make them." "But he didn't make them.

There wasn't one of those poor fellows he cheated that wasn't a better man than he.

The worst of them could do something with his own hands, and I don't believe he could do anything, for if he had ever tried he would have hated to be such a sneak.

He cheated the king, too, and the princess, and everybody.

Oh! shouldn't I like to have been there, and to have beaten him wand and all! For somebody might have been able to make the things better still, if he had only known how." Mrs Wilson was disappointed--perhaps a little ashamed that she had not thought of this before; anyhow she grew cross; and because she was cross, she grew unfair, and said to Willie-- "You think a great deal of yourself, Master Willie! Pray what could those idle little hands of yours do, if you were to try ?" "I don't know, for I haven't tried," answered Willie.
"It's a pity you shouldn't," she rejoined, "if you think they would turn out so very clever." She didn't mean anything but crossness when she said this--for which probably a severe rheumatic twinge which just then passed through her shoulder was also partly to blame.