“‘But they have to go always just in one place,’ said Midget, addressing the waterfall Lady.
“‘That’s true,’ said the Lady.
“‘It can’t be much fun,’ said Midget.
“‘Oh, yes!’ said the Lady, merrily, letting a cool scarf of spray drift over the boy’s puzzled face.
“‘But I like to go wherever I like,’ said Midget.
“‘So do my children. They like to go wherever they’re sent. They know they’re doing right, so long as they do that, and doing right makes them like it.’
“‘H’m,’ said Midget.
“‘Besides,’ added the Lady, ‘once in a while, in the spring, they’re allowed to take a run off into the woods a bit, just for fun.’
“‘I should like that,’ said Midget decisively. ‘But who—who sends them, ma’am?’
“‘Ah!’ said the Lady, softly, ‘that’s the best part of all. It is our Father, who loves us, and often walks beside his brooks and through the meadows.’