YOU all know that the Quartz family is very hard, and that some of us are beautifully colored. I have been thinking of a strange story a friend of mine once told me. Would you like to hear it? Yes? Well, then I will tell you what happened to some of our family, years and years ago.
Many pieces of the Quartz family lived on the shore of the ocean. All day the great waves rolled up on the shores, and tossed the pebbles up and down, back and forth, knocking them against one another.
Gradually stones were broken into small pieces. By and by they were so small that passers-by said, "How beautiful and fine the sand is here!"
The wind, too, liked to play with the sand; for it carried it hither and thither over the beach. Sometimes the sand traveled back and forth two or three times in a day.
One day it said, "I wonder what kind of a journey I shall make to-day."