the gale by big elm trees. Soon they were in shelter.
And then, almost as suddenly as it had come up, the storm passed. The clouds seemed to melt away, and the sun came out, the shower passing to the East.
Grace, who had gone out on the end of the dock, called to the others.
"Oh, come on and see it!"
"What—the ghost?" inquired Mollie.
"No, but the most beautiful rainbow I ever saw—a double one!"
They came beside her, and Grace pointed to where, arching the heavens, were two bows of many colors, one low down, vivid and perfect, the other above it—a fainter reflection. As the sun came out from behind the clouds the colors grew brighter.
"How lovely!" murmured Amy, clasping her hands.
"Yes, it is the most brilliant bow I have ever seen," added Aunt Kate. "It seems almost like—like a painted one. I could be more poetical if I were Mr. Lagg," and she laughed.
"It is very vivid," went on Betty. "In fact I have heard it said that on account of the peculiar situation of this lake, the high mountains around it, and the clouds, there are brighter rain-
