Each penny did its work.
'There's the site gone, anyhow,' he laughed to himself. 'The
foundation will go next, then the walls. But, at any rate, they needed
it. The Commune Charity would have had 'em at the end of the month.
They're my neighbours after all. And I must find out from them who
else in the village needs a leg up. For these people are worth
helping, and I can see exactly where every penny goes.'
Bit by bit, as it would seem, the great Scheme for Disabled
Thingumagigs was being undermined.
CHAPTER XXII
And those who were good shall be happy.
They shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas
With brushes of comets' hair.
They shall have real saints to paint from--
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting
And never get tired at all.
And only the Master shall praise them,
And only the Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money,
And no one shall work for fame;
But each for the joy of the working,
And each in his separate star,
Shall draw the thing as he sees it
For the God of things as they are,
R. KIPLING.
And meanwhile, as May ran laughing to meet June, an air of coloured
wonder spread itself about the entire village.
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