FOR THE LITTLEONES

Auckland Star, Volume LX, Issue 230, 28 September 1929, Page 3 (Supplement)

FOR THE LITTLE ONES

SUGAPx OR SALT? THE STORY OF A PRETTY MAIDEN. My Dear Little Friends, — If someone asked you which was the sweeter, sugar or salt, what would you say? Why, it is almost certain that you wouid say sugar, but—well—listen to the story I'm going to tell you to-day. There was once a man who aoked his daughters question, and in reply the elder said "sugar," and the younger "salt." With much argument th= father tried to persuade the younger one that her sister was right, but the girl's faith in salt remained unshaken, and at last her father grew angry, and thrust her outside, telling her that as her preference was for sait she should go elsewhere where food would be prepared more to her liking. Aithough night had already fallen, the pretty maiden was unafraid, and for that matter not a bit dismayed at being turned away from home, and so she entered the forest, and, sitting down upon a fallen tree trunk, and lifting he:- eye 3 to the starlit heavens, filled the forest with song. It happened that just then a prince, who had lost his way whilst hunting dear, heard the singing, and made his way towards the maiden with the object of finding out where he was. When he saw the girl sitting in the moonlight, he was so struck wiih her bsauty that he straight away asked her io marry him. The maiden agreed, and so the prince took her to his palace, where preparations were made for the wedding. The girl's father was invited to the feast, although he did not know that his daughter was the bride. At the appointed time he arrived, and took his seat at the table with the rest of the guests. The foods were served, but instead of the merry rhatter that is expected on such an occasion, discontented murmurs f;''~d the room, and soon someone, more bold than the rest, openly cotnjT'dtnsd that there was no salt in the food. "Ah!" said the bride's father, "salt is truly the sw~-":-st thing in the world! Bat when my daughter said so I turned her cu'; o? my house. If only I could see her and tell her how sorry I am." The bride threw up her veil, forgave her father there and then, j£js"% __«-*^ and ordered properly salted dishes .-f^*""*^ to be brought in. The feast then fm*Jr I proceeded happily, the bride and her father being once more the best of friends. .^***^