Miser! Half of your gold shall be taken from you, and used to buy food
and shelter for your faithful horse.'

"The miser hung his head. It made him sad to lose his gold; but the
people laughed and shouted, as the old horse was led away to a comfortable
stall and a dinner fit for the steed of a king."

"Hooray!" cried Don. "Good for the brave old horse! Grandpa, I'm so glad
you aren't a miser!" He was thinking of old Ned, with his sleek, shining
black coat.

"Bedtime!" announced Grandma, as she led the way into the house.
"Good-night, children--and happy dreams to you!"



Bee Loving

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When the children ran down to meet the mailman in the morning, he handed
them another letter from Mother. She and Daddy were going home next
Friday, she said; and they must be there Saturday, to start school on
the following Monday.

"Only three more nights to be here," said Joyce, taking the letter in
to Grandma. "I want to go home and see Mother and Daddy, but I wish I
could stay on the farm, too."

"And only three more stories about bees," added Don. "We must remember