You see, I did think, once, that because you had all these beautiful things around you, the hours ought to be all sunny ones.

But now I know it isn't what's around you; it's what is IN you!" "Oh, David, David, you curious boy!" "No, but really! Let me tell you," pleaded David.

"You know I haven't liked them,--all those hours till four o'clock came,--and I was so glad, after I saw the sundial, to find out that they didn't count, anyhow.

But to-day they HAVE counted--they've all counted, Lady of the Roses; and it's just because there was something inside of me that shone and shone, and made them all sunny--those hours." "Dear me! And what was this wonderful thing ?" David smiled, but he shook his head.
"I can't tell you that yet--in words; but I'll play it.

You see, I can't always play them twice alike,--those little songs that I find,--but this one I can.