"Come with me," said the good old monk, and he led the children to the top of the very high hill. Here he showed them all the great cities of the East through a large telescope. It was a very powerful glass for it could bring into view any place that the looker desired. They saw their own home. They saw New York and all the great cities. "Why are the people trampling on each other?" inquired Betty. "Gold, the love of gold. Yet it is not making them any happier. You can see that. Now take a look at that woman, Betty." Betty looked and saw a simply dressed woman attending to her children. Her face beamed with pleasure. They looked at another woman, driving in a carriage, all pampered and bedecked. She had pain written on her face. She was loaded down with jewels so that her fingers ached, and her general appearance was distressful. "Are all rich people unhappy?" asked Charlie. "No. Look at the woman I shall show you now. She is richer than the first one you saw." They looked and saw a gentle-eyed woman busy carrying cheer into the poorer haunts of men. She was a very beautiful as well as a happy woman. "Life is not what we have, children, but what we are. Rich or poor, we can be happy if we do something for one another." "Tell us how to be happy without money," said the boy. The monk smiled. "There is but one way." "What is it?" They eagerly asked. "Do the thing that is right whenever required, and do it immediately. For instance, restore the lost eye to Don." "But!" they both protested, "how can we--for the gobbler swallowed it?" The monk lowered his voice: "Why not give one of your eyes to him?" "I will give my eye, dear Monk!" replied the boy. Poor Don stood opposite them, a sorry sight. "No! No! You will not!" cried Betty. "I will give mine." "It must be done by both!" whispered the monk. It was a dreadful minute. "Are you ready?" inquired the monk. Charlie nodded his head and the good man took out a sharp knife and quickly extracted one eye. The pain was hard to bear, but the boy never cried. Then the monk did the same thing to Betty. Both covered their faces and wept. Don nosed his way to Charlie and licked his hands. Charlie peered through his fingers and saw Don with two whole eyes. "Oh, Don!" he exclaimed, forgetting himself and hugging the old fellow, "I am so glad that you have two eyes again!" "Oh, Charlie! Charlie!" exclaimed Betty, "you have not lost an eye! Have I two eyes?" To their great amazement, the children found that they had not lost their eyes at all, but by the operation could see better than ever. "Yes," explained the good monk, "do what is right when you see that it is to be done, and never think of the pain. Then you will always be happy." Then he took the children by the hands and told them it was time to go home. They did not want to leave the kind Father, but he assured them that they could come again. Yes, they came often and brought others too.