Grandma was waiting nearby in the car.
It was late afternoon when they reached the old farmhouse, and Grandma
soon had supper ready. After supper, Joyce helped to clear away the
dishes; and then the little trunk was unpacked.
Grandma was watching keenly, to see if the children were lonely. "Now,"
she said briskly, "it is milking time. Run down the lane, children, and
let the bars down for the cows to come through the lot; and we will give
them a good drink of water."
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.
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