"But that was not all. At Christmas time, a wonderful bicycle came from
his new friend. You will believe me when I tell you that he was the
happiest boy in the country."
"That's the best story you have told us yet," said Don. "I think Willie
was a brave boy."
"And he deserved everything he got," added Grandma; "for he had learned
the secret of being content with a very little."
Bee Prayerful
[Illustration: Bee Prayerful]
Another morning came; the morning of the last day Joyce and Don were to
spend on the farm. They followed Grandma about the house, eager to do
something to help. After the usual work was done, and they had taken
turns at the churning, Grandma said she would make cookies to pack in
their lunch-basket the next day.
So she gathered together eggs, sugar, flour, milk, butter, baking powder,
and spices. Quickly she made the dough and rolled it out on the board.
The children stood close to her watching as she cut out the dough in
different shapes.
She made quite an army of cookie men; and after they were baked, she
covered them with icing. She made their eyes out of cinnamon drops; also
the buttons down their vests.
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