Its beauty is deceptive, nothing but a wretched view presents itself, "Like dead sea fruit, that tempts the eye, And falls to ashes on the lips." The child saw her mother smile, and the little heart forgot its hunger, and for a moment beat with joy.

The gleam of sunshine that spread itself over him, did not last, for soon after the face of the mother assumed the same sad and cheerless expression, it had worn for many weeks.

The child saw it, and again felt his hunger.
"Mother," she said, "give me a piece of bread." "I will get some for you to-morrow," she replied.

"There is no bread in the house this evening." "I am _so_ hungry," remarked the child.

"Why is there no bread ?" "Mother has got no money to buy any," she replied.
The other child had remained quiet all the while.