up on to the arms of the old rocker on the porch, while Grandpa sat down
on the step.

"What do we hear about tonight?" asked Grandpa. "I believe I like to
hear the stories as well as Don does."

"All boys are just alike--big and little," said Grandma with a smile.
"My story this time is about Bee Polite."

"Oh," said Don, "I know a little verse about politeness. I learned it
at school:

"'Politeness is to do and say
The kindest thing in the kindest way.'"

"Then politeness means kindness, doesn't it, Grandma?" asked Joyce.

"Yes--and more than that," replied Grandma. "A polite person is never
rude. The story is about two children who were stung by Bee Polite just
once--but they never forgot it.

"Daisy and Dan were twins. When they were babies, their mother took them
from their home in the East to live in a far Western state. They could
not remember their grandmother, who still lived back in the old home
town. All they knew about her was what their mother had told them; and
she often wrote long letters, and sent them lovely presents.

"One day they received a letter from Grandma, saying that she was coming
to spend a few weeks with them. They could hardly wait for Thursday to
come when she was to arrive at the station.