blasts," said Error to her sister.

"Although, the house is large and grand," answered Truth, "it does not
look as though its inmates were hospitable. I prefer trying my luck in
yonder cottage on the slope of that hill."

"And perhaps have your walk for naught," answered Error, who bade
a hasty good-by to her sister and entered the enclosure, which must have
been beautiful in summer with its smooth lawns, fine trees and beds and
flowers. She gave the bell a sharp ring, and was summoned into an elegant
drawing-room full of gaily dressed people. Error was neither timid
nor bashful, and she accepted the offered courtesies of the family as one
would a right. She seated herself and explained to them the object of
her call, dwelling largely on the grandeur of her elegant home amid the
stars, and tenderly and feelingly upon her relationship with the gods
and goddesses, and the numerous feasts which she had attended, so that
at her conclusion her hostess felt that herself and family were receiving
rather than bestowing a favor.

The evening was spent amid games and pastimes till the hour for retiring,
when they conducted her to a warm and elegantly furnished room, so
comfortable that it made her long, for a moment, for her sister to share
it with her; for, despite the difference in their natures, Error loved
her sister. The soft couch, however, soon lulled her to sleep. She,
slumbered deeply, and dreamed that Truth was walking all night, cold
and hungry, when suddenly a lovely form came out of the clouds. It was
none other than Astrea, whom she had seen often in her starry home,
talking with Truth. She saw her fold a soft, delicate garment about the
cold form of her sister, at the same time saying, in reproving tones, to
herself, "This is not the only time you have left your sister alone in