THE WINDOW.

HEN you first wake in the morning, after kissing papa and
mama which way do you look? Nearly always toward the
window, I am sure. Sometimes in winter the window shows you many
beautiful pictures on it, as if it could not wait for you to come and
look through it to see what is outside.

The frost makes many a fine drawing of mountains and castles,
trees, flowers and ferns upon the glass.

In the illustration you see how you can make windows with your
hands, and you will have great pleasure in peeping through the sash
and telling stories of what you see. Sometimes our eyes are called
the windows of our souls, and I am sure when you look in mama’s eyes
you will see a light more beautiful than that of the sun from the win-
dow of your room. And now I am going to tell you something very
wonderful about: what may be seen in these eye-windows.

If a little boy with frowning brow and unhappy mouth looks deep
into mama’s loving eyes, what do you think he will see? Just a
frowning, unhappy little boy, no matter how much mama may wish
him to see a happy one, It can be no other way.

Smile and look into the eye-window and you see a smiling face.

Tt is very much that way with every kind of window. The sun
may shine into the clearest window that ever lighted a pretty room,
but if you look through that window with your feelings all clouded
and cross you cannot see the sunlight as the beautiful thing it is to
the child who is in a pleasant temper.

So we really make our windows what we will. We may have them
daintily traced with fairy-like pictures of beautiful scenery, like our
house windows in a frosty winter morning, or we may see in them the
glowing colors of the most lovely church window, or they may be so
clear and unspotted that there seems nothing between our souls and
the ever-near Soul of all Love. If you keep your soul like that, you
- will know the meaning of the windows and all you see through them,
from stars in the sky to snowflakes on the sill, S, E. Wiltse.