"
"All right," said Grandma, "we'll have our story first; but we must begin
right away, because it is almost bedtime. The bee I am thinking about
tonight comes often to us all--especially to little children.
"Once there was a boy named Alfred who was the only child in his home.
He was very selfish; and often he was determined to have his own way.
But he had his good points, too.
"Alfred lived in the country; and during the Christmas holidays, he
visited a friend of his who lived in the city. Then his friend in turn
visited him during the summer vacation.
"As soon as his company came, Alfred thought it was quite too much for
his mother to ask him to help her. He forgot how very ill she had been,
and how frail she still was. Indeed, it was hard for him to think of
anything but having a good time with his friend.
"The two boys had planned to spend a certain day at the creek, fishing.
Of course they were eager to start as early as they could that morning.
After they had gathered together everything that they needed for their
trip, they went out to the kitchen and found Alfred's mother packing a
lunch for them.
"'Alfred,' she said, 'I wish you would help me a little with the work
before you go.
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