"We can be as noisy as we like
there, and she won't even hear us." So away they scampered, to play in
the shade of the old apple trees.
But Grandma's nap was not to last long; for soon she was awakened by a
scream from the orchard. Hurrying out, she found Joyce dancing up and
down, with her hand pressed tightly over one eye. Don stood watching her
with round, frightened eyes. He could not imagine what had happened, to
make his sister act like that.
But Grandma knew. Away back in the orchard, Grandpa had several hives
of bees. Joyce had gone too near one of the hives; and a bee had done
the rest.
Grandma did not say much. Quietly she took the little girl's hand and
led her back to the house. Soon Joyce was lying on the couch, and Grandma
was wringing cold water out of a cloth, and gently placing it on her
eye. Before long the pain was gone; but the eye began to swell, and soon
she was not able to see out of it at all.
"It's all my fault that we went to the orchard," said Don, looking sober.
"No, it's mine," said Joyce. "I was afraid we would wake Grandma."
"Well," laughed Grandma, "I guess it was mine, because I forgot to tell
you about the bees.
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