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“Bees all work together!” piped the old man. “No bee is selfish. These bees will not live to eat this honey. Bees that work hard in summer only live to be about two months old. This honey is stored for others. But see how happy they all are. How much may be done by those who work together cheerfully.”

Out of the hive they went, and back toward the Garuly’s house. But the old man turned aside to go to an ant-hill.

“Let’s go in here,” said the Garuly.

“No, I am too large,” said Simon.

“Smaller! smaller! smaller!” cried the Garuly, beating him over the head again, until Simon was not much larger than the ants, and the ants appeared to be as large as ponies. Down the well-like hole they climbed, until they entered the chambers of the ants. Here all were busy, some carrying out earth, others excavating new chambers, others caring for the eggs, others bringing in food, while others were clearing out the road. But no one grumbled, none said that he had the heaviest load.

“See!” cried the Garuly, “the little ants work together. They have all things in common. There is no selfishness and no quarrelling among them.”

Just then a wise old ant came up, and hearing the Garuly’s remark, he said,

“Did you never hear the

“STORY OF THE SELFISH ANT?

“There was once a selfish ant who could never be satisfied. He always thought he had the hardest work in the world. If he carried burdens, he complained that those who cared for the eggs had the easiest time; and if he had charge of the eggs, he wished to be changed to some other kind of work. At last he thought he would set up for himself. It was exceedingly hard work for him to dig and find his own food with no help, so that half the summer was gone before he got a place to live in, and a sorry place it was. Before he got any food laid by, the rain filled up his house, and he had to spend another month in digging. And so, with one mishap and another, and no one to help him, the summer was soon almost gone, and he had no store for winter. When the first frost came, the selfish fellow came back, heartbroken and crestfallen, and begged to be taken into the colony again. All winter long he had to eat the bread that others had gathered, and he never afterward grumbled because his work was a little harder than that of others.”

“You see,” said the Garuly, “that the ants work together. What a shame it is that you should not be able even to play with your brothers and sister!”

And with that the little old man turned his one eye on Simon, and it shone like a coal of fire, and Simon thought he could feel it burning him. Just then an ant came up, who had heard the conversation, and asked the Garuly what it meant.

“He will not even play with his brothers,” said the old man, looking fiercer than ever.

“Put him out!” cried the ant. And then a hundred ants cried, “put him out!” and they began tugging at him with all their might. One caught hold of his right foot and another of his left, one took him by the arm and another by the head, and as they were nearly as big as he was, they were about to carry him off bodily, when Simon suddenly awoke, and started up, to find that instead of the ants tugging at him, it was the other children, who had come to awaken him, for fear he would catch cold sleeping in the night air, and to find that what he thought was the one fiery eye of the Garuly, was the full moon shining through the trees.

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“There,” said the Wee Chick, “that spoils the story. I don’t want it to be a dream. What made ’em yake him up so twick?”

“Was he better afterward?” said Fairy.

“Yes, for the very next day he moved to the same playhouse with the rest of the children, and whenever he was selfish he would look around to see if the old Garuly was looking at him out of one eye.”