"Yes, they look as they did when your father was alive," said his wife.
By and by, the blooms fell, leaving a million little green apples and peaches. Summer passed and autumn followed. The branches of the old trees could hardly hold up all the fine fruit on them.
Now the neighbors came, not to make fun, but to praise. "How did you do it?" they asked.
"The trees were old and needed attention," said John. "By turning the soil and letting in the air, I gave them strength to bear fruit. I have found the treasure after all, and I have learned a lesson. Tilling the soil well is the way to get treasure from it."
—GRIMM.
[THE LITTLE BROWN BROTHER]
Little brown brother, oh! little brown brother,