The old man prepared for them seats in the grateful shade and hurried to bring them fresh water from the cool spring.

Baucis also hastened to bring the loaf, with her one small honeycomb and her pitcher of milk.
When the glasses were filled twice and thrice and still the rich milk failed not, the old housewife marveled, until she found that in the bottom of the pitcher there was a fountain from which the rich milk gushed so long as it was needed.

Nor did the honeycomb fail, nor did the sharp knife make the wheaten loaf to be less.

Having told us that the morning brought disaster to the inhospitable villagers, but brought assurance from these angels who had been entertained unawares that Baucis and Philemon should never more want for earthly goods, the writer of the olden times sets forth for us the principle that good man and bad alike reap what they sow, since each deed contains a harvest like unto itself.

Indeed, literature and life teem with exhibitions of this principle.