It must be a very dear father who gives his children not only all they need for food and clothing, but so many, many beautiful things to enjoy.

Don’t you see that they must all be his children, and so all sisters, and that he is your Father, too, who makes the mayflowers bloom, and the violets cover the hills, and turns the white blossoms into black, sweet berries in the autumn?  It is your dear and kind Father who does all this for his children.  He has very many children; some of them live in houses and some in tents, some in little huts and some under the trees, in the warm countries and in the cold.  And he loves them all; they are his children, and they are brothers and sisters.  Shall they not love each other?