WATERING HIS GARDEN WITH RAIN.

“Yes, darling.”

Edgar was silent for some moments. In the pause the patter
of large drops could be heard on the window-panes. A gentle,
serious, but sweet expression was ee on his countenance.

“T hope he is not angry with me,” said the adele a little
tremor in his voice.

“No, darling ; God 1 is never angry with us, but only sorry
when we do wrong.”

“Tt was wrong “he me to wish it would never rain.”

“You didn’t mean to do wrong ?”

“No, ma’am. I only felt so bad; and I didn’t know that it
was the good Lord watering his garden with rain.”

“ And here comes his sunshine after the rain!” exclaimed
Edgar’s mother, as beams of light came bursting into the room.
“He has watered the earth as a garden, and now sends upon it
his twin plese of sunshine. See how beautiful it is making
everything.”

The clouds had broken and were passing away. The rain
had ceased as suddenly as it began. On every leaf and flower
and blade of grass hung crystal drops, brighter in the sunbeams
than diamonds; and far away in the heavens a beautiful rain-
bow had thrown its arch of colors on the clouds.

“God knows best, my darling, when to send the rain and
when the sunshine,” said the mother.

Peace had come into the child’s heart, and he only answered:

“T am glad now that the good Lord has sent the rain.”