“‘O dear Saviour,’ answered the angel, ’I ate half of them, and I was grateful to you, for I felt that I owed them to your bounty as they were my ‘little Christ child’ as the people in the city where we lived called a Christmas present.’

“‘You see, Peter,’ the Saviour interrupted the angel.  ’Do we not owe it to the nuts of that woman that a pure child’s soul was led to us?  That in itself is no small thing!  Tell what further happened to you?’

“‘I ate most of them,’ the little girl answered, but I had still more to eat by Christmas-eve; for the people who had looked at me when the woman threw something into my lap were interested in my suffering, and soon I had sold all six sheep, and besides many pennies and groschen, one big thaler had flown into my lap.  With these I was able to buy mother many things that she stood in sore need of, and, though she died on New Year’s morning, she had had many little comforts during her last days.’

“The Anointed cast another look full of meaning at Peter, when a large and beautiful angel, the spirit of the mother of the cherub, began:  ’If you will permit me, O, holy Jesus, I, too, would like to say a word in favor of the condemned.  Before Hannele came home with the nuts, I lay in bed without hope, or help in my great suffering.  I had lost all faith, for my prayers had not been heard, and in the bitterness of my heart, it seemed that you, who were said to be the friend of the poor on earth, and God the Father, had forgotten us in our misery, in order to overwhelm the rich with greater gifts.  In my distress, and that of the child; I had learned to curse the day on which we were born.  Oh! how wild were my thoughts during the time that Hannele was trying to sell the sheep, and did not come home; though I needed her so sorely.  I was often so thirsty that my mouth burned as with fire, and the moments when I gasped for breath were frequent, and almost unbearable when no one was there to lift me up.  I called those people liars who would persuade the poor that they had a merciful Father in Heaven, who looked upon them as his children, and cared for them.  But when Hannele came home, and lighted the little lamp, and I saw her tiny face, where for a long time I had seen no smile, but only pain and grief, now beaming with joy, when I saw the nuts and the other good things which she had brought, and saw her pleasure in them, my belief in thee, O Lord, and in the kind Father returned, and I ceased not to be grateful to the end.  If now, in the glory of thy magnificence, I know bliss unutterable, I owe it to that woman, and to the fact that she was good enough to throw the nuts into Hannele’s apron.’

“Peter nodded affirmatively.  Then he bowed before the Saviour and said:  ’The little gift of the condemned soul has indeed borne better fruit than I imagined; yet when I tell you what a great sinner she was on earth....’

“‘I know,’ the Son of God interrupted him.  ’Before we decide upon the fate of this woman, let us hear what the child did with the rest of the nuts, for we know that she did not eat them all.  Now my little angel, what became of the last of them?  Speak on.  Gladly will I listen to you.’