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DAISY’S PRAYER.

 

¥ T was the evening before the village picnic—an
¥ annual event to which every one looked forward
with pleasure ; and as Daisy knelt beside her little
bed, she added this request to her usual prayer:
“Please, God, let it be a fine day to-morrow for
the picnic.” Imagine, then, her grief and dis-
appointment when she woke next morning and
saw a steady drizzle of rain falling from a leaden sky!
Daisy’s face quickly became as cloudy as the prospect before
her, and big tears rolled over her cheeks, keeping company
with the raindrops that trickled down the window-pane.

Just when things were at their very worst with poor
Daisy, her father came into the room. ‘‘ What! crying,
little woman!” he said. ‘‘ Come, come, this will never do!
We can’t have wet, weather indoors as well as out! Cheer
up, Daisy, and get dressed as soon as you can. I want
you to come with me and see whether we can arrange a

“tea for the boys and girls in the schoolroom, as we cannot
have our picnic.” ‘‘Oh, Daddy, how nice!” cried Daisy.
The tears were soon dried; and directly after breakfast
father and daughter set out. They had not gone far when
they met Farmer Johnson, who stopped fora chat. ‘“ What —
a blessed rain, sir!” said the farmer. ‘I’ve done nothing
but thank God ever since I opened my eyes this morning.
The land was fair parched for want of it.”

The tea in the schoolroom quite made up, so the children
said, for the loss of the picnic; and Daisy prayed at bedtime
that God would forgive her for having thought Him unkind.
“God is zevery unkind,” she said earnestly—and she was right.