them. She nodded at the window, and
beckoned with her hand. The little boy
was frightened, and jumped down from
the chair ; he then fancied he saw a large
bird fly past the window.
There was a clear frost next day, and
soon afterwards came spring,—the trees
and flowers budded, the swallows built their
nests, the windows were opened, and the
little children sat once more in their little
garden upon the gutter that ran
along the roofs of the houses,
The roses blossomed beautifully
that summer, and the little girl had
learned 2 hymn in which there
was something about roses, it re-
minded her of her own. So she
sang it to the little boy, and he
sang it with her,
*¢ Our roses bloom and fade away,
Our Infant Lord abides alway !
May we be blessed His face to sce,
And ever little children be!”
And the little ones held each