"
"I wouldn't then," said Felicity decidedly. "And you need never
be dull when you have work to do. 'Satan finds some mischief
still for idle hands to do!'"
"Well, mischief is interesting," laughed the Story Girl. "And I
thought you didn't think it lady-like to speak of that person,
Felicity?"
"It's all right if you call him by his polite name," said Felicity
stiffly.
"Why does the Lombardy poplar hold its branches straight up in the
air like that, when all the other poplars hold theirs out or hang
them down?" interjected Peter, who had been gazing intently at the
slender spire showing darkly against the fine blue eastern sky.
"Because it grows that way," said Felicity.
"Oh I know a story about that," cried the Story Girl. "Once upon
a time an old man found the pot of gold at the rainbow's end.
There IS a pot there, it is said, but it is very hard to find
because you can never get to the rainbow's end before it vanishes
from your sight. But this old man found it, just at sunset, when
Iris, the guardian of the rainbow gold, happened to be absent. As
he was a long way from home, and the pot was very big and heavy,
he decided to hide it until morning and then get one of his sons
to go with him and help him carry it. So he hid it under the
boughs of the sleeping poplar tree.
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