the ground or burn us up like a grip of straw. Be con-
tented now, I'm saying, for if there is a woman in the
world who knows all things I am that woman myself,
and if you tell your trouble to me I'll tell you the thing
to do just as good as Angus himself, and better perhaps."

"That is very interesting," said the Philosopher.
"What kind of things do you know best?"

"If you were to ask one of them two men walking
beside the ass they'd tell you plenty of things they saw
me do when they could do nothing themselves. When
there wasn't a road to take anywhere I showed them a
road, and when there wasn't a bit of food in the world I
gave them food, and when they were bet to the last I put
shillings in their hands, and that's the reason they wanted
to marry me."

"Do you call that kind of thing wisdom?" said the
Philosopher.

"Why wouldn't I?" said she. "Isn't it wisdom to go
through the world without fear and not to be hungry in
a hungry hour?"

"I suppose it is," he replied, "but I never thought of
it that way myself."

"And what would you call wisdom?"