about five minutes. Hustle him off to bed, Grandpa, or you'll have to
carry him upstairs."

Don said a sleepy good-night; and sure enough, five minutes later he was
fast a-sleep.



Bee Polite

[Illustration]

When the children came down to the kitchen in the morning, they found
that Grandpa had eaten his breakfast, and had gone out to build a pig-pen
behind the barn. Don hurried out to help him; and Joyce went to the
spring house to do the churning for Grandma.

The little girl plunged the dasher into the thick cream, lifted it, and
plunged it again, until her arms ached. At last the dasher began to look
clean, and tiny particles of golden butter clung to it and she knew that
the butter had "come." Then she took the butter paddle and the bowl and
cooled them in the spring, just as she had seen Grandma do. She lifted
the butter from the churn with the paddle and began to work it to get
the milk out. She had watched Grandma do this many times, and it had
looked very easy; but she found it quite another thing, when she came
to doing it herself.

After she had worked for some time, she had a solid roll of butter. She
salted it, and worked it some more; and then she called Grandma to come
and see it.