Other weeds--disobedience, selfishness, and unkindness--spring up around
it; and soon the beautiful flower is hidden by the tall weeds. And when
the Master of the Garden wants a lovely flower-child to do a kind deed
for Him, He never thinks of choosing one that is surrounded by weeds."
"What a nice story!" exclaimed Joyce. "But it wasn't about a bee,
Grandma."
"Yes, it was," said Don--"Don't Bee Weedy."
"But there haven't been any Don't Bee's in the stories before," said
Joyce. "Besides, I wouldn't call that Don't Bee Weedy; I'd call it Bee
Clean."
"That's a good name for it," said Grandma. "I hope you'll always keep
your lives clean from the weeds that children so often allow to grow up
around them."
Grandma went back to the house, while the children set to work weeding
the rest of the flower-bed. They were very careful not to pull up any
of the flowers with the weeds. When they had finished, the flower-bed
looked beautiful, cleared as it was of all weeds and grasses.
"I surely don't want any ugly weeds to grow in _my_ garden, so I shall
always listen to Bee Clean," said Joyce softly, as she walked slowly
toward the house.
"Will you make us a kite, Grandpa?" asked Don after dinner.
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