K in GS Business " BY MARTHA S. HOOKER This Little Light 'by Helen Frazee-Bower
K a r e n and Kathy were eating watermelon in Aunt Becky’s back yard. The mulberry tree, overhead, was still now. All afternoon it had been a twitter with tiny vellow warblers. “Where did they go?” Kathy wanted to know.
“ See the fireflies, girls? Want to catch some?” “You mean the lights?” , Karen asked. “What’s fireflies?” Kathy wanted to know. “ Little creatures with wings and a tail light,” Aunt Becky said. “ I wish I had wings and a little light,” said Kathy. “ I want to fly.” Karen laughed. “You couldn’t fly, silly. Wings are for birds and butterflies and things like that.”
“Where did what go?” “The little yellow birds.”
“ I guess they flew home to sleep. It will soon be dark.” “ Don’t they sleep in trees? Why didn’t they just stay?”
“ This is where they eat, Sister. W e don’t eat where we sleep, do we?” Kathy giggled. “ Let’s! It would be fun. You could sleep on one bench and I could sleep on the other, and we would be all ready for breakfast.” From the meadow beyond the fence three young cottontail rabbits came out to nibble the clover on the lawn. “ Look!” Kathy shouted. “ I’m going to get one.” Karen reached out and grabbed her little sister’s arm. “ Don’t! You’ll scare them. Anyway, you haven’t finished your melon. You know what Mom- mie always says, ‘If you take it you have to eat it.’ ” “Mommie’s not here, she can’t see.” “ Shame on you, Sister. We don’t do right just because people are watching us.” “ I do,” Kathy announced. “You better finish, or I’ll tell.”
“Well, I want to fly and I’m going to, I’m going to.” Kathy spread out her arms and twirled her body. “ I’ve made up my mind,” she said. (Kathy, at four, was pretty positive about some things, and she was always saying, “ I’ve made up my mind.” ) Aunt Becky laughed. Maybe you better leave the flying to the birds, dear. But you do have a little light, you know.” “ I do? Where? I don’t see it.” Kathy looked herself over. “We’ll talk about it bye and bye. Let’s catch the fireflies now.” They caught a number, then sat down to watch them through the glass. The girls were fascinated. “Want to hold one?” Aunt Becky asked. She placed one in each little outstretched hand. “ Oops! Mine went out!” Kathy shouted. “ Let me show you something.” Aunt Becky cupped her hands over the little creature and immediately the light went on.
HAVE YOU HEARD? |Have you heard the story of Edward Boom >Who always left an untidy room?! iHe threw clothes on the floor, and < toys on the bed [And he’d mess up the kitchen for one slice of bread! [His mother spent all her time pick ing things up [T ill one day young Eddie brought! home a pup— ’ But Father said “ NO!—Look after a pet?— >Why you can’t look after your own j self yet!” ! Eddie felt very sad, but a lesson he < learned, [That certain good things should always be earned; jNow he’s keeping his room as neat j as he can, ! And there’ll soon be a pup for that i
Kathy tossed her pony tail. “ Telling is as bad as not finishing,” she said. Karen’s blue eyes clouded. “Well, maybe so. But, if you finish, I would- not have to tell—and then we would both be right.” “ Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Then we can swing.” The twilight deepened. Suddenly, over the meadow grass, dozens of tiny lights began to twinkle. “ O-o-o-h, sparklers!” Kathy shouted. “ Silly! Those aren’t sparklers. The Fourth of July was over long ago.” “Well, what are they, then?” Aunt Becky came out of the house, with a jar in her hand.
happy young man! By Bhoda Walton Leonard
“Why?” Kathy wanted to know. “They shine when it’s dark.” “That’s just like my Sunday School verse, “ The light shineth in darkness,” Karen said. “What light?” Kathy asked. “Why, the Lord Jesus, of course. My teacher says He is the Light of the World.” “ He is? But what about my light, Aunt Becky?” “Well, Jesus said that we are the light of the world, too.”
JUNE, 1959
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