That God is not in gardens.
Not in gardens—when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign:
’Tis very sure God walks in mine.
Old English Verse.
THE EASTER RABBIT
German Legend
Shrill and sharp North Wind whistled through the forest where the trees and flowers were patiently awaiting the arrival of My Lady Spring. Jack Frost was delighted. Perched on the topmost branches of the great trees he laughed gleefully. “Ha! ha! ha! surely Old Father Winter has forgotten that April is almost here,” said he. “I shall not remind him, not I. They say My Lady Spring who is waiting in Wild-Flower Hollow is growing most impatient!”