A Children’s Easter Story – Glories


Ellen Robena Field

Laura was tired of playing with her dolls, and tired of taking
care of Baby Donald, too, he was such a big baby, and she was a
little girl for nine years old. So as soon as nap time came, and
baby was at last quiet, Laura went out on the porch and cuddled
down in the hammock, where she swung to and fro, wishing there
was something nice to do, or some new kinds of dolls to play
with. All at once she thought she heard a faint voice say, “What
a queer child! Here she is wishing for some new plaything, and
has never noticed us. She must be blind, poor child! for every
morning we put on our prettiest dresses and smile at her – but she
always passes us by.”

“Yes,” replied another voice, “when she came out here to lie down
in the hammock, I brushed her hair softly and left a kiss on her
forehead – but she shook me off as if I were a bee trying to sting

Laura sat up, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in surprise. Had
some one really spoken, or had she only fallen asleep and dreamed
it all?

She could see nothing except the morning glories which covered
the side of the porch. There seemed to be hundreds of them, blue,
white, pink, and violet – and how wide awake they looked! “It must
have been the ‘glories’ talking,” said Laura, “but I didn’t know
glories could talk. Can you, dear glories?”

The flowers nodded, as if they understood what she said.

“What pretty colors! I never half noticed them before,” went on
Laura, “and wouldn’t that blue one make a lovely dress?”

Just then wee Donald, fresh from his nap, came toddling out
through the open door,

and stretched his little fat hands to the
glories. “Baby wants a trumpet,” he cried.

Laura laughed aloud as she said: “Why, they do look like
trumpets, and like parasols, too.” and she gathered a handful of
the blossoms and sprinkled the porch with their brightness.
“Let’s play with them, baby – see if we can make some dolls.” and
Laura stood a glory on the step, and into the tiny hole stuck the
yellow center of a daisy, whose petals she had pulled out. On
this center she marked eyes, nose, and mouth – and when a small
glory was added for a bonnet, what a pretty flower doll she had,
with a pink skirt, green waist, and white bonnet! Then a whole
family of glories were made, and Laura gave them each a parasol
to carry.

Baby used his glories for tents, and they had
a good time playing, and Laura wished she had noticed the glories
more before.

By and by, when the day was over, and Laura sat again in the
hammock, watching the sleeping glories, she said: “I wonder if
the glories could have been talking this morning,” and one little
sleepy bud looked as if it could tell if it chose. But Mamma put
her arm about the little girl and said, “I think it was a dream,
dear. But if the flowers could speak I think they would tell my
darling that by using her eyes more, she will find out how much
there is that is beautiful, and God made them all for us to
enjoy, because he loves us. Every flower that blooms its
sweetest, and every child who tries to be good, is a precious
part of our Heavenly Father’s glories.”


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