Away scampered Joyce and Don; and soon the cows were standing at the
trough and Grandpa was pumping water for them.

"Let us pump!" cried Joyce.

"Fine!" said Grandpa--"that will be your job every evening--to water the
cows."

After that, they watched the foaming milk stream into the shiny pails;
and then they all went into the house together. It was almost dark now;
two sleepy children said their prayers, and Grandma soon had them tucked
snugly in bed.



The Sting of the Bee

[Illustration: The Sting of the Bee.]

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" called Don in a shrill voice, dancing into his
sister's room.

Joyce opened her eyes and looked about her. The bright morning sunlight
was streaming in through the little pink-and-white curtains. "Wh--where
am I?" she asked sleepily, seeing Don standing there.

"Where _are_ you?" cried Don merrily. "Why, on the farm, of course!
Don't you hear that old rooster telling you to get up? There he is,"
he added, pulling aside the curtain. "He is stretching himself, and