A Game with a Looking Glass

[Written Especially for Children]

ONCE , years ago, little Allegra was playing a merry game with a looking glass. The morning sunlight, streaming in at the window, fell on the mirror which she held in her hand, and was reflected brightly on the wall, or the floor, or the ceiling, according to whichever way she turned the mirror. Around and around the room danced that gay, flashing light, pouring sunshine on everything it touched, falling on the plain rag rug just as cheerily as on the blue bowl of roses.

That morning has long ago slipped into the shadows of silent yesterdays, and Allegra has grown up and become a Christian Scientist, but she has not forgotten the looking glass game.

Steps to Love
February 10, 1940

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