and one pair of mittens grew quite useless for the holes worn in them.
But he did not give up one bit of his share of the work.

For a whole week the sap ran freely, and then came the time for Roy to
leave the men and go home.

"I'm going to miss you a whole lot!" declared Uncle Henry.

Roy laughed happily. He was going down the mountain on the ox team which
was piled high with barrels of rich brown syrup.

"I'd like to stay!" he said. "I've learned about what you said before I
came: that it's more real fun doing hard things than 'tis to play at
easy ones!"

--_Written for Dew Drops by Ruby Holmes Martyn._




NEIGHBORS.


Bobby made the snow man. He had made snow men in the country, and he
knew how. He always made them by the gate, next to the big syringa bush.
He used to cut a stick from a tree for the snow man to hold, and he
generally placed a long chicken feather in its cap.

But in a city yard that was not even all your own yard, it was
different. Recently Bobby's father had come into town to live.