bees had laid up a store of honey for the winter.

5. "I have found it!" said the mother bear, as she climbed upon the trunk of the old tree. "I have found the honey tree, and here is the door that leads to the honey."

6. The door was not large enough for the bear to walk in, but she could reach the honey with her paw.

7. As soon as she put her paw into the honey a large number of bees flew out of They flew straight at the

the hole.

bears.

8. The old bear had long thick hair and a tough skin. The bees could not hurt her much. But the poor baby bears! They were young and tender, and the bees stung them almost to death.

9. The bears didn't stop to get any more honey. They were glad to get away with their lives.

1. Many years ago there was a king who was always unhappy. He had everything he wanted, houses, lands, and plenty of money; yet he was not happy.

2. One day he asked his servants this question: "Is there a happy man in all this world? If so, where is he?"

3. "Yes, my lord,” said one of his servants. "There is a man in your kingdom who is always happy. He is a poor man, but he sings at his work the whole day long."

4. "Where is he?" cried the king. "I must find him before the sun sets. I can not sleep until I have seen him."

5. "He is a miller, and he lives ten miles from your palace," said the servant. "Very well," said the king, "I am going to see him.'

6. The king set out on horseback to find the happy miller. When he reached the mill he stopped at the gate and sat still for a moment in the saddle.

7. "Clickety-click, clickety-click," sounded the mill. But above the noise of the mill the king could hear the miller's

voice as he sang:

"I work the whole day,
And am free from all care;
God gives me enough

And a little to spare.

8. The king went to the door of the mill

and spoke to the miller.

"I am rich, but

you are poor," said the king;

"but you are happy and I am unhappy. Can you tell me why this is so?"

9. "I can tell you why I am happy," said the miller. "I work for all that I get. I have all that I need for myself and family. I can sleep well at night, for I have no pain nor fear. I would not trade my mill for the king's palace.”

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10. "You are right," said the king. "You have found the true way to happiness. I would gladly give my palace for your mill if I could be as happy as you are."

II. Then the king mounted his horse and rode away. He had learned a good lesson from the happy miller.

1. A long time ago there were three goats who lived on the side of a mountain. They were brothers, and the name of each one was Billy.

2. The oldest one was called Big Billy; the next was called Middle Billy; and the youngest was called Little Billy.

3. Now there was not much grass on the