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CUPID AND PSYCHE
C. S. B. Adapted from the Greek myth.
 THERE was once a beautiful little earth-child named
Psyche, and she was very lonely because she had no one
to play with. The goddess Venus, who lived high above
the clouds on the mountain called Olympus, saw Psyche,
and she sent her own little son, Cupid, down to earth
to play with Psyche. So Cupid and Psyche played
together in the woods, and for a while they were as
happy as the day was long. Psyche knew how to make
beautiful wreaths of flowers, and Cupid had wings and
could fly away to find the prettiest blossoms to bring
back to Psyche. Cupid had a bow and arrows, too, and
Psyche loved to watch him shoot high up in the air.
But one day, when they were playing hide and catch,
Psyche hid herself where Cupid could not find her.
Cupid was sure that he had lost his little playmate.
He began to cry, and then naughty Psyche laughed at
When Venus saw what Psyche had done, she was very
angry. She came down from the clouds and she took
Psyche away from the earth, and up, up to the shining
palace of the gods, high upon Mount Olympus.
"Wicked Psyche," she said, "to frighten my little son!"
Then she led Psyche away from the palace to the granary
of the gods and she showed her great pile of grain
heaped in the middle of the granary floor. It reached
nearly to the ceiling, and it was made up of all kinds
of grain—wheat, and oats, and barley, and rye—all mixed
 "You must sort all this pile of grain before you
can see Cupid again," said Venus.
Poor little Psyche! Her fingers flew, but the pile
grew no smaller. The sun began to lower, and still the
grain nearly reached the ceiling. Psyche covered her
face with her hands and began to cry, but just then
something very strange happened. Through the granary
door came hurrying a long procession of ants; the large
black ants, the small red ants, the winged ants, and
the white ants—all come to help poor Psyche.
Straight over to the pile of grain they went, and they
began sorting it all out into smaller piles. The black
ants took the wheat, the red ants took the oats, the
winged ants took the barley, and the white ants took
the rye. Psyche wiped her eyes and began sorting, too,
and before sunset the grain was all sorted.
As the last kernel was put on the last pile, and the
long procession of ants was going home again, Psyche
heard a flutter and whirr of wings. In through the
granary window flew Cupid, and he put his arms about
Psyche, and he kissed her. Then he took from under his
quiver of arrows a pair of the most beautiful, velvet
butterfly wings and he fastened them to Psyche's
Out of the window, and down through the air to the
earth again flew Cupid and Psyche—two happy playmates
once more. If you watch, you may see them some sunny
day— two butterflies—flitting from flower to flower,
sipping honey and playing together as happy as the day