“Never mind, Charles. Pick up your kite, and leave it here to dry, while we take our walk. We will not suffer the loss of a kite to spoil all our pleasure. Another time you must hold the string fast.” Charles looked very sorrowful; but Mary helped him to get his kite out of the water, and then she took his hand, and said, “Come now, let us have a race.” Mary took her scholars over the meadow, and they scampered about in high spirits; sometimes stooping to gather buttercups and violets; and then they would hold the buttercups under one another’s chins, to see who loved butter best. Then they would play tag, and when they were tired of play they all sat down around Mary, on the grass, and she talked to them. She showed them how perfectly the little flowers were formed, and how beautifully the leaves were coloured and shaded; and she told them that our heavenly Father made these to grow, for the delight of our eyes and to give us pure tastes. Then she pointed out to them the great variety of trees, and their blossoms, and their different odours. Mary wished her scholars to have as many enjoyments as their situation in life admitted of; and she knew that little children who lived in the country, would enjoy life more if they were taught to observe what was wonderful and beautiful around them; and she thought they would love God more, if she taught them that He made every thing that was beautiful and wonderful in the whole world. Eddy Forester was lying on his back upon the grass, and he said, “Mary, I like to look at the sky and the clouds; and I like to see the sky when the sun sets; for then God paints the clouds with gold and red and all the beautiful colours; and I like to look at the sky in the evening, when the stars come out. When it is dark and I go to bed, I can see the sky through the window, and it makes me think of God; and the stars seem like eyes looking down upon me—like the angels’ eyes—the angels that live with God in heaven.” Charles Linn said he did not care about looking at the clouds and the sky. He would rather look at the cows eating grass. “Look, Mary,” said Charles. “There, over in the other meadow, are the red cow and her calf. The calf is only four days old, and you know she is to be mine. And there is Brindle, chewing her cud under the great chestnut tree.” Harry Linn said he liked horses better than cows, and his father allowed him to have a ride on the gray horse every morning before school. Lily Forester was sitting on Mary’s lap, and Mary said, “And what does little Lily like best?” Lily said, she liked to play with Harry Linn better than any thing. Then Carry Deacon came and put her arms round Mary’s neck, and whispered to her that she loved her better than playing. Mary kissed Carry and patted her dimpled cheeks, and said to her: