with incense, so the experiment was not wasted. All the weird beliefs of Linda were harmless. They gave her pleasure, nor did they prevent her from being a good mother.
When it rained Enoch was the happiest of all. He never tired of listening to the music of the rain upon the roof. He liked to walk to the window and watch the drenching downpour. Sometimes the sun came out before the shower had passed and the sunbeams made the raindrops glisten like jewels. At such times Enoch could control himself no longer. He'd rush out and let the glistening water fall upon him. And he'd gaze at the sun-cleft clouds and laugh and laugh. Fortunately he usually was dressed almost in rags for his farm work so he never had on any clothes that would spoil.
The soft cool sting of the water against his face was delightful. It brought a flow of warm blood to his cheeks. At such moments he was in his glory. Then the shower would cease, routed by the sun and a rainbow would arch in splendor into the sky, growing gradually
deeper in color until it seemed to be a bridge
