"I have been thinking about another kind of bee," said Grandma. "Do they sting, like the bees in the orchard?" asked Joyce, with a little shiver. "Their stings are much sharper," answered Grandma, "and the pain lasts much longer. There is a hive full of these bees."

When the train pulled out from the station, taking Elsie and little Mary back to their own home, he laid his head on his mother's shoulder and sobbed as only a twelve-year-old boy can sob. Peachy had found a place in his heart which no one else could fill.

At this Alfred grasped Joe's hand and said, "Joe, do not fear for me, for I am as hungry for the things of God as you are, and I shall ever keep my heart open that I may hear the voice of God and be directed by His Spirit."