The Story of the Rainbow. 7

 

“That is a nice easy sermon,” said Stephen ;
“and short too.”

“You know the rainbow does not stay very
long at a time,” said his aunt, smiling. “ But
the shorter the sermon the easier it ought to
be remembered, so I hope you will remember
the rainbow’s.”

“T will try,” said Stephen in a low voice;
and presently he asked, “Did Noah and his
sons ever feel afraid of another flood after
they had seen the rainbow?”

“T should think not; but not very long
after their days the message of the rainbow
was forgotten. There were a great many
people living in the world by that time, and
as they were all descended from Noah’s
family, they all talked one language—not as
we do now-a-days, each nation speaking its
own kind of speech. Now these people
began to be afraid that something dreadful
would happen to them, in spite of the Lord’s
promise, and that they should be scattered
all over the earth. So they agreed to build a
city and a great tower, so high that the top
of it should reach up to heaven.

“But no doubt it was wrong of the people
to determine thus to show they did not trust
in God, or remember what He had promised.