y were playing among the ocean waves, and helping to rock
the ships that sailed over the waters. At sunset a vapor-boat carried
the drops back home and in the eastern sky they stood with robes of red,
orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet, and made a bright bow
of promise.

As they looked down upon Earthdom once more, everything was fresh, and
sweet, and glad, because the little raindrops had done so much to help
others, and had left no part of their work undone. The night shadows
came, and the rainbow faded slowly away, leaving a message for the
children of Earthdom. "Do your best, little children, and big children,
too, for God has work for all."

Glories

Laura was tired of playing with her dolls, and tired of taking care of
Baby Donald, too, he was such a big baby, and she was a little girl for
nine years old. So as soon as nap time came, and baby was at last quiet,
Laura went out on the porch and cuddled down in the hammock, where she
swung to and fro, wishing there was something nice to do, or some new
kinds of dolls to play with. All at once she thought she heard a
faint voice say, "What a queer child! Here she is wishing for some new
plaything, and has never noticed us. She must be blind, poor child! for
every morning we put on our prettiest dresses and smile at her; but she
always passes us by."

"Yes," replied another voice, "when she came out here to lie down in the
hammock, I brushed her hair softly and left a kiss on her forehead; but
she shook me off as if I were a bee trying to sting her."

Laura sat up, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in surprise. Had some
one really spoken, or had she only fallen asleep and dreamed it all?

She could see nothing except the morning glories which covered the side
of the porch. There seemed to be hundreds of them, blue, white, pink,
and violet; and how wide awake they looked! "It must have been the
'glories' talking," said Laura, "but I didn't know glories could talk.
Can you, dear glories?"

The flowers nodded, as if they understood what she said.

"What pretty colors! I never half noticed them before," went on Laura,
"and wouldn't that blue one make a lovely dress?"

Just then wee Donald, fresh from his nap, came toddling out through
the open door, and stretched his little fat hands to the glories. "Baby
wants a trumpet," he cried.

Laura laughed aloud as she said: "Why, they do look like trumpets, and
like parasols, too;" and she gathered a