"When men look through telescopes they find millions of stars—so close together and so far away that not one star can be seen by the naked eye. The Indians used to say it was the path which all Indians must travel after they died, to reach the Happy Hunting Grounds."
"See how bright the stars are in the Dipper!" exclaimed Don.
"When I was just a little girl," said Grandma, "I learned a rhyme about the Milky Way:
"The Man in the Moon that sails through the sky
Is known as a gay old skipper.
But he made a mistake,
When he tried to take
A drink of milk from the dipper.
"He dipped it into the Milky Way,
And was just prepared to drink it,
When the Big Bear growled,
And the Little Bear growled,
And it scared him so that he spilled it."
The children liked the queer little rhyme, and said it over until they knew it by heart.
At last Grandpa said, "I guess it's about time to turn in for tonight."
"Oh, no," said Don—"not till Grandma tells us our story."
"All right," said Grandma; "I shall tell you this time about a little bee called Bee Grateful. It has a very sharp sting, as you will see.
"Far away, under sunny Italian skies, there is an old, old town by the name of Atri. It is built on the side of a steep hill.