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Old Bob raised his hat, and looked up into the grey autumnal sky with a smile. [Illustration] 'Nay, little master, the devil wouldn't have wished to give us such a lesson as winter teaches us. 'Tis God Almighty in His love that gives us winter, to try our faith and patience, and teach us hope's lessons. If we had no winter, we should have no Easter, and 'tis well worth the waitin' for!' 'And does everything die in winter?' asked Roland in a mournful voice. His question was unanswered, for Miss Amabel appeared on the scene. OLD BOB RAISED HIS HAT AND LOOKED UP INTO THE GREY AUTUMNAL SKY WITH A SMILE NAY LITTLE MASTER THE DEVIL WOULDN'T HA WISHED TO GIVE US SUCH A LESSON AS WINTER TEACHES US TIS GOD ALMIGHTY AND HIS LOVE THAT GIVES US WINTER TO TRY OUR FAITH AND PATIENCE AND TEACH US HOPE'S LESSONS IF WE HAD NO WINTER WE SHOULD HAVE NO EASTER AND TIS WELL WORTH THE WAITING FOR AND IS EVERYTHING DIE IN WINTER ASKED ROLAND IN A MOURNFUL VOICE HIS QUESTION WAS UNANSWERED FOR MISS AMABEL APPEARED ON THE SCENE
r is a-comin' on, my dears; you won't see my pretty flowers just yet. They're fast asleep bidin' their time; no frost or cold can touch 'em--bidin' their time!' Bob's face looked wistful as he gazed at his empty flower beds. 'What's winter?' asked Olive curiously. 'Bless the little dear, has she never known a winter? 'Tis the dreary dark time of waitin', the sunless, joyless bit o' all the year, when the singin' birds fly away, the butterflies and flowers die, and the very trees sigh and moan in their bareness and decay. 'Tis an empty bit o' life, when all that makes life sweet falls to pieces and fades away.' This was not quite intelligible to the children; but they shivered a little at the gloom in the old man's tone, and Olive's blue eyes filled with tears. 'I don't want to stay here in winter,' she said; 'let's go back to India, Roly!' Roland stood with knitted brows considering. 'Who makes the winter?' he asked. 'Does the devil? Because God only makes beautiful things, doesn't He? RS IN INDIA WE HAVE LOVELY FLOWERS WINTER IS A COMING ON MY DEARS YOU WON'T SEE MY PRETTY FLOWERS JUST YET THEY'RE FAST ASLEEP BIDE IN THE TIME NO FROST OR COLD CAN TOUCH HIM BIDE IN THEIR TIME BOB'S FACE LOOKED WISTFUL AS HE GAZED AT HIS EMPTY FLOWER BEDS WHAT'S WINTER ASKED OLIVE CURIOUSLY BLISTER LITTLE DEAR HAS SHE NIVER KNOWN O WINTER TIS THE DREARY TARK TIME OF WAITING THE SUN THIS JOYLESS BITTER ALL THE YEAR WHEN THE SINGING BIRDS FLY AWAY AND THE BUTTERFLIES AND FLOWERS DIE AND THE VERY TREES SIGH AND MOAN IN THEIR BARRENNESS AND DECAY TIS AN EMPTY BITTER LIFE WHEN ALL THAT MAKES LIFE SWEET FALLS TO PIECES AND FADES AWAY THIS WAS NOT QUITE INTELLIGIBLE TO THE CHILDREN BUT THEY SHIVERED A LITTLE AT THE GLOOM IN THE OLD MAN'S TONE AND OLIVE'S BLUE EYES FILLED WITH TEARS I DON'T WANT TO STAY HERE IN WINTER SHE SAID LET'S GO BACK TO INDIA ROLEY ROLLIN STOOD WITH KNITTED BROWS CONSIDERING WHO MAKES THE WINTER HE ASKED DOES THE DEVIL BECAUSE GOD ONLY MAKES BEAUTIFUL THINGS DOESN'T HE
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