And now it was the sunbeams who envied everything--bird or beast, or plant or leaf or flower (even the man in the garret)--because they were alive. "It is hard that we alone should be without life," thought they, and they complained to the sun. "Give us life," they cried; "we are more beautiful than anything here on earth, but nothing envies us because we are not alive. It is dreadful not to be envied." "And do you really think," said the sun, "that you, who have given life to others, have no life yourselves? Before I sent you to the earth, it was dark and cold and lifeless. It needed you, to give it that for which you now ask. Do not, then, be discontented any more, but be assured that you have life, as much as anything that lives and grows upon the earth, though, to be sure, it is of another kind. Be satisfied, therefore, and rejoice in your loveliness." This answer of the sun's satisfied most of the sunbeams, but there were some who were foolish and whom it did not satisfy. "Give us such life as the children of the earth enjoy!" cried these; "the life that breathes and grows, that has a shape, that is born and dies. That is the life that we would have. Be good to us, and give us that." Then the sun said to the foolish sunbeams: "I can give you such life as you ask for, and, if you persist in asking it, I must; for you are my children and I cannot bear to see you unhappy. But remember, if I once grant you this wish, and give you the life that earth's children enjoy, you can nevermore be as you now are, or enter into my palace--my golden palace--again. Now you fly from me to the earth and from the earth back to me, but when once you have earth's life, on earth you must remain and on earth you must die. You are immortal now: when you become children of the earth you will be mortal as they are." [Illustration: PLOVER CREST HUMMING-BIRD]