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not exactly agreeable； but she was going upward… upward towards Egypt…
and she knew it； and that was why her eyes gleamed； and a spark seemed
to fly out of them。
〃Quunk！… ah！〃
The body was dead… the Toad was killed！ But the spark that had
shot forth from her eyes； what became of that？
The sunbeam took it up； the sunbeam carried the jewel from the
head of the toad。 Whither？
Ask not the naturalist； rather ask the poet。 He will tell it
thee under the guise of a fairy tale； and the Caterpillar on the
cabbage； and the Stork family belong to the story。 Think！ the
Caterpillar is changed； and turns into a beautiful butterfly； the
Stork family flies over mountains and seas； to the distant Africa； and
yet finds the shortest way home to the same country… to the same roof。
Nay； that is almost too improbable； and yet it is true。 You may ask
the naturalist； he will confess it is so； and you know it yourself；
for you have seen it。
But the jewel in the head of the toad？
Seek it in the sun； see it there if you can。
The brightness is too dazzling there。 We have not yet such eyes as
can see into the glories which God has created； but we shall receive
them by…and…by； and that will be the most beautiful story of all；
and we shall all have our share in it。
THE END
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