s, and then heard him say his prayers. At length he took the
light, and bade Rollo good night.

Rollo's eye caught another view of the moon as his father was going,
and he said,

"O, father, just look at the moon once more; that _is_ a rainbow; I see
the colors. I expect it will grow into a large one, such as you told me
was a sign of fair weather. I will watch it."

"Yes," said his father, "you can watch it as you go to sleep."

So Rollo laid his face upon his pillow in such a way that he could see
the moon through the window; and he began to watch the bright circle
around it, but before it grew any bigger, he was fast asleep.

WHO KNOWS BEST, A LITTLE BOY OR HIS FATHER?

The next morning, Rollo awoke early, and he was very much pleased to
see, as soon as he opened his eyes, that the sun was shining in at the
windows. He was not only pleased to find that the prospect was so good
for a pleasant ride, but his vanity was gratified at the thought that it
had turned out that he knew better about the weather than his father.
He began to dress himself, as far as he could without help, and was
preparing to hasten down to his father, to tell him that it was going to
be a pleasant day. When he was nearly dressed, he was surprised lo
observe that the bright sunlight on the wall was gradually fading away,
and at length it wholly disappeared. He went to look out the window to
see what was the cause. He found that there was a broad expanse of dark
cloud covering the eastern sky, excepting a narrow strip quite low down,
near the horizon. When the sun first rose, it shone brightly through
this narrow zone of clear sky; but now it had ascended a little higher,
and gone behind the cloud.

"Never mind," said Rollo to himself. "The cloud is not so very large
after all, and the sun will come out again above it when it gets up a
little higher."

Rollo came down to breakfast, and he went out into the yard every two or
three minutes, to look at the sky. The cloud seemed to extend, so that
the sun did not come out of it, as he expected, but still he thought it
was going to be pleasant Children generally think it is going to be
pleasant, whenever they want to go away.

His father thought it was probably going to rain, and that at any rate
it was very doubtful whether Uncle George would come. However, he said
they should soon see, and, true enough, just as they were rising from
the breakfast table, a chaise drove up to the door, an