. 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
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