"Why

 can't

you

be

like

the

Happy

 Prince?"

 asked a sensible

 mother of her

 little boy who

 was crying for

the moon.

 

 

                                                              

 

"I

am

glad

 there

is

some

one

 in

the

world

who

is

quite

 happy,"  

 muttered a

 disappointed man

 as he gazed at

 the wonderful

 statue.

 

                                                                                                                       

 "The

 Happy

 Prince

never

dreams

of

crying

for

anything."

   

 

"He

looks

 just

 like

 an

 angel,"

 said the

Charity Children

as they came

out of the

cathedral in

their bright

scarlet cloaks

 and their clean

 white pinafores.

 

 

  

"How

 do

you

know?"

 said the

 Mathematical

 Master,

"you

 have

 never

seen

one."

 

 

   

"Ah!

but

 we

have,

in

our

dreams,"

 answered the

 children; and

the Mathematical

 Master frowned

and looked very

 severe, for he did

 not approve

 of children

dreaming.