20 AUTUMN STORIES AND POEMS 



Sometimes clouds came and covered the face 

 of the sun. Then Clytie was sad. 



But after the shower the sun would smile 

 down on her again. And she would laugh with 

 glee. 



As she sat among the hollyhocks and lilies 

 she looked like a pretty flower herself, with her 

 green dress and yellow hair. 



Apollo thought so, too, as he looked down 

 lovingly on her. 



But the time came for the sun to go down 

 in the west. Then Clytie would climb up the 

 hill again and watch him sink below the 

 horizon. 



" Good-night, dear Sun ; I shall watch for 

 you to-morrow/' 



Apollo thought that he had never seen any- 

 thing so beautiful as Clytie. 



" What a pity that she should die, like other 

 people ! " he thought. " How I should miss 

 her pretty face every morning ! " 



Then he began to think what he should do to 

 keep Clytie always young and pretty and loving. 



"I know now," he said. And he looked 

 warmly down on Clytie's yellow head as she sat 

 among the flowers by the edge of the water. 



