'I wish you
had told me the truth. I wouldn't have sent you out alone in the dark,
son. I would have gone out and latched the gate myself.'
"It was almost more than Milton could bear, to have his father talk to
him so sadly and yet so kindly. The sting of the bee went deeper and
deeper, as he watched his pale-faced little brother day after day.
Always after that, he was careful to listen to the buzzing of little Bee
Truthful."
Two very sober children said good-night to Grandma just as the clock
struck half-past eight.
Bee Kind
[Illustration]
"Don," said Grandma, shaking the little sleeper, "it's time to wake up!"
Don turned over, rubbed his eyes, and with a deep sigh settled back to
sleep.
"Here, here!" cried Grandma, shaking him again. "Do you want us to leave
you at home all alone? We're going fishing today!"
Instantly Don was wide awake. He bounced out of bed and began to dress
as quickly as he could. In five minutes he was in the kitchen; but Joyce
was there ahead of him, helping Grandma to pack the lunch basket.
Don was so excited that Grandma could coax him to eat only a few bites
of breakfast. He was the first one in the car, ready to start for the
river.
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