This story, based on an article in a religious newsletter, has a fiercely non-believing baker spurn a poor widow's request for a crust of bread in exchange for saying a mass in his honor. When he puts a sliver of paper saying "one mass" on one side of his scale, not all the goods in his shop are heavy enough to balance his scale.
SPOILER: When he offers her everything, she just takes a slice of bread. Asked why she didn't take more, she explains to the baker, "You see, my friend---like you---I, too, do not know the weight of a Mass." The pictures are yummy, setting the scene in late 19th century Europe. Although this is a story about faith and miracles---and an inspiring one---the author's postscript refers to it as an "original fairy tale." I like that the conclusion provokes you to think more: what does the widow mean by her comment? Why is the baker so angry? (There are hints in the story.) Are there similarities between the widow and the baker? ( )