Luke 8:3

There is a legend which says that long ago there dwelt in a royal palace three fair maids. While they were in the wonderful garden one morning with its strong streams and blushing roses, there arose the question as to which of them had the most beautiful hands. Eleanor, who had tinted her white fingers while gathering the luscious strawberries, thought hers the most beautiful. Antoninette had been among the fragrant roses and her hands had partaken of their dewy sweetness. To her they were the loveliest. Joan had dipped her dainty fingers in the lucid stream and as the clear diamond drops sparkled on her tapered fingers she thought her hands the most beautiful. Just then there came a beggar girl who asked for alms, but the royal maidens drew aside their rich robes and turned away. The beggar passed on to a cottage nearby and a woman with sun-burned face and toil-stained hands gave her bread. The beggar, so the legend runs, was immediately transformed into an angel and appeared at the garden gate saying, 'The most beautiful hands are those which are found ready to bless and help their fellowmen."