THE PLANE TREE.
One hot day in June, two men lay down in the shade of a plane tree, to get out of the rays of the sun, and as they lay there, they cast their eyes up to the boughs. “A plane tree bears no fruit,” said one of them. “In good sooth,” quoth his friend, “that seems but a poor tree that is of no use to man!” The plane chid them, and said, “Sirs, you must be as blind as you are base, to come here and lie in the shade I give, and yet rail at me as a thing that is of no use to man.”