The Wax Was Softened

"Unaccountable, this," said the wax, as from the flame it dropped melting upon the paper beneath. "Do not grieve," said the paper, "I'm sure it is all right." "I was never is such again," exclaimed the wax, still dropping. "It is not without a good design and will end well," replied the paper. The wax was unable to reply at once, and when it again looked up it bore a beautiful impression, the counterpart of the seal which had been applied to it. "Ah, I understand now," said the wax, no longer suffering. "I was softened in order to receive this lovely, durable impress."