Article January 30, 1937 Issue

Windows

[Written Especially for Children]

ALICE DAVIS SHELMIRE

A way up on a mountaintop there was a little log cabin which had four tiny windows. One window was of clear glass; one was of red glass; one was of bubbly green glass, and one was of dark blue glass.

Eleanor had never been up on a mountaintop before, and it was thrilling to look down from such a height over the beautiful valley below.

But when she looked out of the bubbly green window it seemed as though everything in the valley had been twisted out of shape. Some things looked funny, but most of them looked strange and ugly.

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