40 NATURE-STUDY REVIEW fl7:l— Jan., 9121 



"I thought that you would cool the room. I mistook your 

 hateful temper. I know you now! Must I lose my preserves? 

 Must my patriotism go for naught? Ay, whistle on in your joy." 



' ' Fool ! It is no joy to me to see your jars of peas spoilt nor your 

 m.oldy views upset. It is my duty to help the peas to grow, to 

 bring rain and warmth. I destroy germs. It is ignorant people 

 like you that turn good into evil. You have turned me toward 

 your ruin. What ignorant parents brought you up and did not 

 teach you the laws of nature?" 



"My poor mother!" wept Faith; "how unkindly you speak to 

 her! But you are nothing but the wind. You know not what 

 she does for me, her only child. She takes me into society, I have 

 beautiful gowns, and fairy stories to read." 



"Even so?" swayed the wind, "accomplished in the laws of 

 fashion that changed but yesterday — unacquainted with the 

 simple realities of life which have worked through the ages. Oh, 

 that you knew the laws by which I Jive." 



The Wind stole out of the window and across the garden. "I 

 may be of service yet," said he. "What a foolish world." " 



Little Truth rambled about the fields gathering wild flowers and 

 running after birds and insects. It was her mother who first 

 taught her where to find the gentians and bluets and about the 

 beauty of the hills. 



Truth never wearied of watching the garden. She used to throw 

 herself upon the ground and watch the bean plants. One day she 

 spied rose colored spots on the bean pods. She had never seen 

 them before. She thought she knew, and running to her mother, 

 shouted, "Mother! there are roses on the beans!" 



Truth's mother took the little girl on her knee, and tried to 

 explain that the colored spots were accidental. Roses could not 

 grow on beans. Truth was very silent, and then asked, " "Why?" 

 The mother sighed, as she did not understand these spots herself. 



The next day was Sunday. Truth and her mother walked to 

 church. Strange to relate the preacher talked about the colored 

 spots on the beans. He called it blight. Truth's heart beat very 

 fast for she was to hear about the roses. But, alas! The pastor 

 told of the wicked beans and the Divine Wrath, and prayed that 

 his congregation take warning. The little girl began to cry and 



