The gobbler was right at Joyce's heels, when suddenly the little girl
dodged behind a tree and began to go round and round it, keeping the
tree between her and the gobbler. At last Don found a stick and chased
him away.
When Grandma had comforted Joyce, she explained that it was the little
girl's red dress that the gobbler didn't like. Joyce declared that she
would never wear that dress again while she was on the farm. She never
did; and so the gobbler did not bother her any more.
At bedtime, the children were ready for their usual story. They clambered
up on to the arms of the old rocker on the porch, while Grandpa sat down
on the step.
"What do we hear about tonight?" asked Grandpa. "I believe I like to
hear the stories as well as Don does."
"All boys are just alike--big and little," said Grandma with a smile.
"My story this time is about Bee Polite."
"Oh," said Don, "I know a little verse about politeness. I learned it
at school:
"'Politeness is to do and say
The kindest thing in the kindest way.'"
"Then politeness means kindness, doesn't it, Grandma?" asked Joyce.
"Yes--and more than that," replied Grandma. "A polite person is never
rude.
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