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Amy's Question
by T.S. Arthur
Mrs.
Grove
called
from
the
door
that
opened
towards
the
garden.
But
no
answer came. The sun had set half an
hour before, and his parting rays were faintly
tinging with gold and purple, few
clouds that lay just alone the edge of the western
sky. In the east, the full moon was
rising in all her beauty, making pale the stars
that
were sparking in the firmament.
go up stairs
with
her knitting in
her
hand half an hour
ago,
said
Amy's
brother,
who
was
busily
at
work
with
his
knife
on
a
block
of
pine
wood,
trying to make a boat.
Mrs.
Grove went to the foot of the stairs, and called
again. But there was no
reply.
wonder
where
the
child
can
be,
she
said
to
herself,
a
slight
feeling
of
anxiety
crossing
her
mind.
So
she
went
up
stairs
to
looks
for
her.
The
door
of
Amy's
bedroom
was
shut,
but
on
pushing
it
open
Mrs.
Grove
saw
her
little
girl
sitting at the open window, so lost in
the beauty of the moonlit sky and her own
thoughts that she did not hear the
noise of her mother's entrance.
The child started, and then
said quickly,--
are
you looking
at,
dear?
as
she sat
down by
her
side,
and drew an arm around her.
and stars, and the lake away
off
by the hill.
See what
a
great
road of
light lies across the water! Isn't it beautiful,
mother? And it makes me feel
so quiet
and happy. I wonder why it is?
crea
tion and nearest to God. All things below him were
created for his good; that is,
God made
them for him to use in sustaining the life of his
body or the life of his
soul.