From Farm House to the White House - 912 Freedom Library
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<strong>Farm</strong> <strong>House</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>White</strong> <strong>House</strong>, by William M. Thayer 17<br />
By this time he was pulling his fa<strong>the</strong>r along <strong>to</strong>wards <strong>the</strong> garden, <strong>the</strong> latter understanding full well what had<br />
happened. Very soon <strong>the</strong>y reached <strong>the</strong> bed, where <strong>the</strong> bright, thrifty cabbage plants had spelled <strong>the</strong> name of<br />
GEORGE WASHINGTON in full.<br />
"There, pa!" exclaimed George, pointing <strong>to</strong> his name in cabbage plants, and exhibiting <strong>the</strong> greatest<br />
as<strong>to</strong>nishment by his appearance. "Did you ever see such a sight in all your life-time?"<br />
"Well, George, it does seem like a curious affair sure enough," his fa<strong>the</strong>r answered. "But who should make it<br />
<strong>the</strong>re, pa? Who made it <strong>the</strong>re?"<br />
"Why, it grew <strong>the</strong>re, of course, my son."<br />
"No, pa! No, no! somebody put it <strong>the</strong>re."<br />
"Then you think it did not grow <strong>the</strong>re by chance?"<br />
"No, indeed, it never did. That couldn't be."<br />
"How is that, my son? Don't it look very much like chance?"<br />
"Why, no, pa; did you ever know anybody's name in a plant bed before?"<br />
"Well, George, might not such a thing happen though I never saw it before?"<br />
"Yes, pa; but I never saw plants grow up so as <strong>to</strong> make a single letter of my name before. How could <strong>the</strong>y<br />
grow up so as <strong>to</strong> make all <strong>the</strong> letters of my name! And all standing one after ano<strong>the</strong>r so as <strong>to</strong> spell my name<br />
exactly--and all so nice and even, <strong>to</strong>o, at <strong>to</strong>p and bot<strong>to</strong>m! Somebody did it. You did it, pa, <strong>to</strong> scare me, because<br />
I am your little boy."<br />
"Well, George, you have guessed right," answered Mr. Washing<strong>to</strong>n. "I did do it, but not <strong>to</strong> scare you, my son,<br />
but <strong>to</strong> teach you a great truth which I wish you <strong>to</strong> understand. I want <strong>to</strong> introduce you <strong>to</strong> your true Fa<strong>the</strong>r."<br />
"Ain't you my true fa<strong>the</strong>r, pa?"<br />
"Yes, I am your fa<strong>the</strong>r, George, as <strong>the</strong> world calls it, and love you with a fa<strong>the</strong>r's love. Yet, with all my love<br />
for you, I am but a poor fa<strong>the</strong>r in comparison with your true Fa<strong>the</strong>r."<br />
"I know well enough whom you mean," continued George. "You mean God, don't you?"<br />
"Yes, I mean Him, indeed, my son. He is your true Fa<strong>the</strong>r," was Mr. Washing<strong>to</strong>n's hearty answer.<br />
George went on with his inquiries, and his fa<strong>the</strong>r, answered, adding at last:<br />
"Well, <strong>the</strong>n, as you could not believe that chance had made and put <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r so exactly <strong>the</strong> letters of your<br />
name (though only sixteen), <strong>the</strong>n how can you believe that chance could have made and put <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r all those<br />
millions and millions of things that are now so exactly fitted for your good! Eyes <strong>to</strong> see with; ears <strong>to</strong> hear<br />
with; nose <strong>to</strong> smell with; a mouth <strong>to</strong> eat with; teeth <strong>to</strong> bite with; hands <strong>to</strong> handle with; feet <strong>to</strong> walk with; a<br />
mind <strong>to</strong> think with; a heart <strong>to</strong> love with; a home <strong>to</strong> live in; parents <strong>to</strong> care for you, and bro<strong>the</strong>rs and sisters <strong>to</strong><br />
love you! Why, look at this beautiful world in which you live, with its golden, light <strong>to</strong> cheer you by day, and<br />
its still night <strong>to</strong> wrap you in sleep when you are <strong>to</strong>o tired <strong>to</strong> play; its fruits, and flowers and fields of grass and<br />
grain; its horses <strong>to</strong> draw you and cows <strong>to</strong> give you milk; its sheep <strong>to</strong> furnish wool <strong>to</strong> cloth you, and meat for<br />
your food; its sun, moon and stars <strong>to</strong> comfort you; bubbling springs <strong>to</strong> quench your thirst; wood <strong>to</strong> burn that