There is one Nail fastened in a sure place, and there the flagons hang and the cups too. “Oh,” says one of the little cups, “I am so little and so black, suppose I should drop.” The flagon says, “I am so heavy, so weighty, suppose I should drop.” One cup says “Oh, if I felt like that golden cup, I should never fear falling.” And the gold cup answers, “It is not my being a gold cup keeps me, but it is all by the Nail! If the Nail comes down we all go I gold cup or pewter cup; but so long as the Nail remains the cups all hang safely.” (See Isa. 22:23,24.)