(aby Gay and (Jaby Grey.

O little, green apples grew side by side on a great, big
tree.

Baby Gay and Baby Grey were happy little apples until
6) one day rough Mr. Hail rushed by them and in his hurry he let

» two of his little hailstones strike them. Mr. Hail was in too
much haste to say ‘Excuse me,” so rushed on.

The baby apples cried a moment with pain, but it was soon over and
they nestled down in their mamma's comfortable arms and went to sleep.

* These babies grew until they were large, round, green apples. The place
where the hailstones hurt them made a bruised spot on their cheeks.

Baby Grey thought of her scar a moment, then began to cry and said: “No
use in living; I have a great, ugly spot on my cheek; no one will ever love me;
Iam just tired of living. I can never be pretty, nor can I ever be sweet
and nice as my sister on that long, beautiful branch. I am just going to give

up.

So she did, and pouted herself into a shriveled, dried-up apple.

Not so with Baby Gay. She said: “I know I can never be pretty on one
side, for the hail made such a large hole in my cheek, but I am not going to
give up in that way.

“Am I not put into the world to do something toward making some one
happy, if is only to be a mouthful of good apple for a hungry little boy?

“Tam going to turn my good cheek to the sunshine and make it grow so
fat and rosy that when little girls and boys see me they will forget all about my
bruised side, and will love me for what there is good in me. I will ask the
sunbeams to shine and shine on me so warm and bright that my coat will
grow as red as Mary’s cheeks, and my meat will be as juicy and sweet as
is possible for an apple’s to be. God made me to be a happy Baby Gay,
for He wishes all of His babies to be happy, and I am not goin’ to give up
and be cross and ugly just because Mr. Hail made a mistake and let some -
of his little stones hurt me. So much more is the reason that I should try to
be happy.”

The dear Baby Gay did as she said, and she grew, and grew, ‘and grew,
until her good cheek was as round, red, and juicy as a pippin could be. It
puffed around the bruised spot so closely that Hattie had to open her great
blue eyes pretty wide to find the scar when she came to pluck the apple for
little lame Carl.