. Little folks in Busy-land . The sun smiled down at his children, and thelittle Rays joined hands once more, spread their soft,shining wings, and floated up and up and up untilthey stood again before their father. Well done, my dears, cried the good King. Each of you touched exactly the right things, andtogether you have made the earth beautiful. I couldhave done no better myself. Oh, is that the end of the story? asked Claraas Iris stopped speaking. Yes, that is all there is to tell, except that sincethen the little Rays have come often to earth. Assoon as winter goes they hurry down to colo
. Little folks in Busy-land . The sun smiled down at his children, and thelittle Rays joined hands once more, spread their soft,shining wings, and floated up and up and up untilthey stood again before their father. Well done, my dears, cried the good King. Each of you touched exactly the right things, andtogether you have made the earth beautiful. I couldhave done no better myself. Oh, is that the end of the story? asked Claraas Iris stopped speaking. Yes, that is all there is to tell, except that sincethen the little Rays have come often to earth. Assoon as winter goes they hurry down to color leavesand blossoms and grass and fruit. Just think oftheir work on an old apple-tree! In the early springGreen colors the leaves and Red touches the blos- 54. soms so very lightly that they become a dainty for a few weeks Green takes care of the fall Red colors the cheeks of the apples,and after the fruit is gathered all the little Rayslend a hand. They work together to color the leaves of othertrees every autumn. A big maple is a wonderfulsight after the little Rays have touched it with theirstones. Sometimes it looks as if it were on you ever see anything prettier than these fourapple-trees and this maple in her autumn dress ? Why does not the maple keep her beautifulleaves? inquired Clara. The leaves grow tired and want to go to bed,so the tree drops them gently on the ground and thesnow covers them snug and warm. 55 I know another pretty story if you would liketo hear it. This one is about the autumn leaves. Do tell it to me, Iris, please, begged Clara, soIris began: The great tree to his children said:Youre getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,Yes, very sleepy, little Red,It is quite time you went to bed. cc
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