CHAPTER XL
SOME OF THE SIGHTS WILLIE SAW.

FANCY some of my readers would like to
hear what were some of the scenes Willie
saw on such occasions. The little mill went on
night after night—almost every night in the summer,
and those nights in the winter when the frost wasn’t
so hard that it would have frozen up the machinery.
But to attempt to describe the variety of the pictures
Willie saw would be an endless labour.
Sometimes, when he looked out, it was a simple,
quiet, thoughtful night that met his gaze, without
any moon, but as full of stars as it could hold, all
flashing and trembling through the dew that was
slowly sinking down the air to settle upon the
earth and its thousand living things below. On
such a night Willie never went to bed again with-
out wishing to be pure in heart, that he might one
day see the God whose thought had taken the
shape of such a lovely night. For although he
could not have expressed himself thus at that time,
he felt that it must be God’s thinking that put it

all there.
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