LAMPBLACK

A poor black paint lay fairly unhappy in its tube one day alone,having tumbled out of an artist's color box and lying veryunnoticed for a fortnight. "I am only Lampblack," he said to himself."The master never looks at me: he says I am very heavy, dull,lustreless, useless. I wish I could cake and dry up and die, aspoor Flake-black did when he thought she turned yellow anddeserted her."