<h2><SPAN name="THE_GOLDEN_WINDOWS" id="THE_GOLDEN_WINDOWS">THE GOLDEN WINDOWS</SPAN></h2>
<p><span class="upper">All</span> day long the little boy
worked hard, in field and
barn and shed, for his people
were poor farmers, and
could not pay a workman;
but at sunset there came
an hour that was all his
own, for his father had given it to him.
Then the boy would go up to the top of
a hill and look across at another hill that
rose some miles away. On this far hill
stood a house with windows of clear gold
and diamonds. They shone and blazed
so that it made the boy wink to look at
them: but after a while the people in the
house put up shutters, as it seemed, and
then it looked like any common farmhouse.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</SPAN></span>
The boy supposed they did this
because it was supper-time; and then he
would go into the house and have his
supper of bread and milk, and so to bed.</p>
<p>One day the boy’s father called him and
said: “You have been a good boy, and
have earned a holiday. Take this day for
your own; but remember that God gave
it, and try to learn some good thing.”</p>
<p>The boy thanked his father and kissed
his mother; then he put a piece of bread
in his pocket, and started off to find the
house with the golden windows.</p>
<p>It was pleasant walking. His bare feet
made marks in the white dust, and when
he looked back, the footprints seemed to
be following him, and making company
for him. His shadow, too, kept beside
him, and would dance or run with him as
he pleased; so it was very cheerful.</p>
<p>By and by he felt hungry; and he sat
down by a brown brook that ran through
the alder hedge by the roadside, and ate
his bread, and drank the clear water.
Then he scattered the crumbs for the
birds, as his mother had taught him to
do, and went on his way.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>After a long time he came to a high
green hill; and when he had climbed the
hill, there was the house on the top; but
it seemed that the shutters were up, for
he could not see the golden windows. He
came up to the house, and then he could
well have wept, for the windows were of
clear glass, like any others, and there was
no gold anywhere about them.</p>
<p>A woman came to the door, and looked
kindly at the boy, and asked him what he
wanted.</p>
<p>“I saw the golden windows from our
hilltop,” he said, “and I came to see them,
but now they are only glass.”</p>
<p>The woman shook her head and laughed.</p>
<p>“We are poor farming people,” she said,
“and are not likely to have gold about
our windows; but glass is better to see
through.”</p>
<p>She bade the boy sit down on the
broad stone step at the door, and brought
him a cup of milk and a cake, and bade
him rest; then she called her daughter,
a child of his own age, and nodded
kindly at the two, and went back to her
work.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The little girl was barefooted like himself,
and wore a brown cotton gown, but
her hair was golden like the windows he
had seen, and her eyes were blue like the
sky at noon. She led the boy about the
farm, and showed him her black calf with
the white star on its forehead, and he
told her about his own at home, which
was red like a chestnut, with four white
feet. Then when they had eaten an apple
together, and so had become friends, the
boy asked her about the golden windows.
The little girl nodded, and said she knew
all about them, only he had mistaken the
house.</p>
<p>“You have come quite the wrong way!”
she said. “Come with me, and I will
show you the house with the golden windows,
and then you will see for yourself.”</p>
<p>They went to a knoll that rose behind
the farmhouse, and as they went the little
girl told him that the golden windows
could only be seen at a certain hour, about
sunset.</p>
<p>“Yes, I know that!” said the boy.</p>
<p>When they reached the top of the knoll,
the girl turned and pointed; and there on<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</SPAN></span>
a hill far away stood a house with windows
of clear gold and diamond, just as he had
seen them. And when they looked again,
the boy saw that it was his own home.</p>
<p>Then he told the little girl that he must
go; and he gave her his best pebble, the
white one with the red band, that he had
carried for a year in his pocket; and she
gave him three horse-chestnuts, one red
like satin, one spotted, and one white like
milk. He kissed her, and promised to
come again, but he did not tell her what
he had learned; and so he went back down
the hill, and the little girl stood in the
sunset light and watched him.</p>
<p>The way home was long, and it was
dark before the boy reached his father’s
house; but the lamplight and firelight
shone through the windows, making them
almost as bright as he had seen them from
the hilltop; and when he opened the door,
his mother came to kiss him, and his little
sister ran to throw her arms about his
neck, and his father looked up and smiled
from his seat by the fire.</p>
<p>“Have you had a good day?” asked his
mother.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Yes, the boy had had a very good day.</p>
<p>“And have you learned anything?” asked
his father.</p>
<p>“Yes!” said the boy. “I have learned
that our house has windows of gold and
diamond.”</p>
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