“Then let’s all be committee,” said the buttercup.
“That’s a very good plan,” said Bachelor. “Now, what shall we have? They always have a prayer meeting first at Chautauqua.”
“We can all pray,” said the elm. “Let us have a prayer meeting first every morning to thank the dear God for the new day, and let the rising sun be the leader.”
“That is good,” said the flowers, and bright rays of light, the sun’s little children, kissed them tenderly.
“What is next?”
“They have a large choir, and every morning after the prayer meeting they meet and practise with the great organ and piano and band.”
“We will be the singers,” chorused the birds.
“I will tinkle, tinkle, like a piano,” sang the brook, “tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,—”