"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.
"O Joyce!" he cried, "let's ride Ned around in the pasture."
"Without a saddle?" exclaimed Joyce.
"Of course," answered Don in his most grown up tone. "Why not?"