lem one day a Little Boy with a halo
on His head. It was on a Monday that he came. The mothers were all
washing and those that were not washing, behold, they were hanging
clothes out in the yard, and as He walked He carried a message, and His
message was this: 'Beware of green tea, handsome to the eye, but
destructive to the human system.'"

Maizie's memory was pricked wide awake. "Why, that's written on mother's
tea canister, and you read it aloud a thousand times one day," she
cried.

"That saying has come down the ages," responded Suzanna quickly. "And
any more breaking-in and I'll not tell the story."

Maizie subsided, and Suzanna continued.

"Now when all the mothers heard this wonderful saying, there came sorrow
and fear into their hearts. 'Yea,' said one, 'have I not used green
tea?' And the Little Boy with the halo said, 'Thou art never to do so
again,' and all the mothers bowed their heads.

"And the Little Boy grew and grew till He came to be a man. A man that
looked very much like our father. He played the harp, the one he
afterwards took to Heaven with Him. And He wore a long, white, flowing
gown, that His mother washed out every morning and ironed carefully
after it was dry. 'Behold,' she said, 'Yea, nay, no other hands but
mine must touch this gown.' There were no laundries in those days.

"The Man with the halo walked by the sea at day, and walked under the
stars at night. Then He came on back to His mother. She said to Him: 'Is
it that Thou art tired that Thou dost not smile?' And He said, drawing
Himself up to a big height, 'There is nothing to smile at.' And His
mother said, 'Behold I have made for Thee something nice to eat, with an
orange in front of Thy plate!' But even then He did not smile. And next
day, He went off into the fields and took care of His lambs. And the day
after that, yea, He went into His father's shop and He said to His
father, 'I must away,' and then the earth trembled and rocked beneath
their feet.

"Then the Man with the halo left, and for a long time His mother didn't
see Him any more. And out in the world, in Galilee, I think it was, He
didn't even there find a chance to smile. Everything was too sad and
people too bad, and then one day, behold, the Man with the halo was busy
making ten fish out of one little tiny minney for Peter who was hungry,
and had a 'normous appetite like our Peter's, when a woman came running
down the road. Everybody looked at her, but she wen