'Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do!'" "Well, mischief is interesting," laughed the Story Girl.

"And I thought you didn't think it lady-like to speak of that person, Felicity ?" "It's all right if you call him by his polite name," said Felicity stiffly.
"Why does the Lombardy poplar hold its branches straight up in the air like that, when all the other poplars hold theirs out or hang them down ?" interjected Peter, who had been gazing intently at the slender spire showing darkly against the fine blue eastern sky.
"Because it grows that way," said Felicity.
"Oh I know a story about that," cried the Story Girl.

"Once upon a time an old man found the pot of gold at the rainbow's end.

There IS a pot there, it is said, but it is very hard to find because you can never get to the rainbow's end before it vanishes from your sight.

But this old man found it, just at sunset, when Iris, the guardian of the rainbow gold, happened to be absent.