164 SPRING STORIES AND SONGS 



He was afraid that somebody was following 

 him. 



But no one saw him ; not even the trees. 



They were all asleep. 



At last he was so tired that he could carry it 

 no farther. 



So he hid it among the thick branches of the 

 Poplar tree. 



Then he hurried home, meaning to come back 

 in the morning early and get it. 



But very soon Iris found out that her treasure 

 was gone. 



" Somebody has stolen the pot of gold that lies 

 at the foot of the rainbow ! " she cried aloud. 



"Who has it? Who has it?" 



Her cries wakened the trees. 



"Not I," said the Maple. 



"Not I," said the Oak. 



"Nor I," said the Poplar. 



And so answered the Chestnut and the Beech, 

 and all the other trees. 



Then Iris ran to Father Jupiter, and told him 

 of her loss. 



He looked out from Olympus, and called to 

 the trees : 



" Hold up your arms ! " 



