not so beautiful as the yellow
teas; they bloom just as long and often, and often grow
bigger. They are not ashamed.

A mystery to me: A tiny piece of exquisite foliage is put
into the ground. After a while its leaves all fall off and it
is bare and brown, like a little stick in the snow. Yet down
under the snow at the roots of the brown stick, fairy rose
spirits are being worked up into the small stalks. They have
been waiting for a rose to be put into the ground that is
fine enough for them, and it has come--and others. Months
afterward, a dozen or more of pinkish yellow-golden roses
come out, loosening as many fairy spirits again. Isn't it all
wonderful?

I enjoyed the first reading of this which the little girl called A Grey
Day:

Small, cold, happy waves constantly rolling up on the tan
shore. The air is crisp and cool, but there is very little
wind. Everything is looking fresh and green. The train on the
crossing makes enough noise for six, with a screeching of
wheels and puffing of steam. The tug and dredge on the
harbour are doing their share, too. All is a happy workday
scene. I started in this morning to finish an essay I had
begun the day before. After a little while, I opened the
window, and the happy working sounds came into the room. I
could not finish that essay; I had to write something about
the grey happy day.

On a grey day I delight in studying the sky, for it is always
so brimming full of pictures. Pictures of every kind. It was
on a grey day like this in the early Spring that "Cliff" made
us see the great snow giants on the other side of the water,
cleaning away all the snow and ice with great shovels and
pick-axes. It was on a grey day that a Beech tree made me see
that all the rocks, bugs, flowers, trees, and people are only
one. These grey days that people find so much fault with, if
they are not so important as the days when the sun cooks you,
they are far more wonderful! One's imagination can wander
through the whole universe on grey days. The pictures in the
sky give one hints of other worlds, for there are so many
different faces, different and strange lands and people.
Far-off houses, kingdoms, castles, birds, beasts and
everything else. Such wonderful things. Sometimes I see huge
dragons, a