about him on that summer morning. What hurt him most deeply was that he
would never again have a chance to help his frail little mother who had
done so much for him."

"I'm so glad," said Joyce, "that I still have my mother, and that I can
do things for her when she is tired."

"It's a sad story, Grandma," said little Don, "but I'm glad you told it
to us. I'm going to remember it always."



Bee Grateful

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Another morning came to the farm--another day for the children to roam
about the fields and enjoy themselves in God's big, free out-of-doors.
How much more pleasant than having to play in their own yard in the city,
these hot summer days!

In that long-ago time when the children's mother had lived on the farm,
Grandpa had given her a pony of her own to ride to school in the village.
Old Ned was still on the place. Grandpa was always ready to saddle and
bridle him, whenever the children wished to go for a ride.

Today, as the children wandered to the back of the orchard, wishing for
something to do, Ned stood on the other side of the fence and neighed
at them. That gave Don an idea.