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CHILD quarrelled with his brother one day about a
"It is my cooky!" said the child.
"No, it is mine!" said his brother.
"You shall not have it!" said
the child. "Give it to me this minute!" And he fell
upon his brother and beat him.
Just then came by an Angel who knew the child.
"Who is this that you are beating?" asked the Angel.
"It is my brother!" said the child.
"No, but truly," said the Angel; "who is it?"
"It is my brother, I tell you!" said the child.
"Oh, no!" said the Angel. "That cannot be, and it
seems a pity for you to tell
 an untruth, because that makes spots on your soul. If it
were your brother, you would not beat him."
"But he has my cooky!" said the child.
"Oh!" said the Angel. "Now I see my mistake. You mean that the
cooky is your brother; and that seems a pity, too, for it
does not look like a very good cooky, and besides, it is all
crumbled to pieces."