"I thank you, sir," said the stranger, rising and shaking his huge body. "What's your name?"
"Little Bear. I'm of the old, old family of the Three Bears, if you please," was the prompt and fearless answer.
"I am pleased to have met you," said the big bear, scratching his ear with his hind paw. "Tell your father and mother old Grandfather Grizzly says you are a brave young cub. If I can ever be of use to your family, I shall be glad. Good day, sir!" And off he went through the woods, "slipslop, slipslop," on his huge flat feet.
Little Bear ran home as fast as he could.
"What did I tell you?" inquired Father Bear, when he had heard Little Bear's story.
"I'll never be afraid of the grizzlies again," answered Little Bear, gayly hopping about.
But Auntie Cinnamon's twins still tremble at the thought of meeting Grandfather Grizzly.
BABY BEAR'S PARTY
Baby Bear loved the birds, so Mother Bear was not much surprised when Baby Bear dropped his wee porridge spoon at the breakfast table, and said in a shrill voice: