By Sara J. Lippincott, born at Onondaga, N. Y., in 1823, of New England
parentage. Under the name of "Grace Greenwood" she has written many
charming stories for children. Some of her best sketches are in "Records
of Five Years."
1. One summer afternoon, when I was about eight years of age, I was
standing at an eastern window, looking at a beautiful rainbow that,
bending from the sky, seemed to be losing itself in a thick, swampy wood
about a quarter of a mile distant.
2. It happened that no one was in the room with me then but my brother
Rufus, who was just recovering from a severe illness, and was sitting,
propped up with pillows, in an easy-chair, looking out, with me, at the
rainbow.
3. "See, brother," I said, "it drops right down among the cedars, where we
go in the spring to find wintergreens!"
4. "Do you know, Gracie," said my brother, with a very serious face, "that
if you should go to the end of the rain how, you would find there purses
filled with money, and great pots of gold and silver?"