ONE of the things that Berty Brown most enjoyed while on a visit to his Grandma's cottage in the country, was to feed the fowls. Like many older people, Berty was very liberal with what cost him nothing, and considered that anything his little hands could meet with was lawful property to be given in exchange for the egg which never failed to appear every morning at breakfast.
The fowls seemed to be as fond of Berty as he of them, for as soon as his feet were heard pattering in the yard, they all flocked around him as if they remembered the grapes and cherries which he at times had given them without asking his Grandma's permission.
But Grandma does not forget to teach her little visitor the difference between right and wrong, in a way that we hope will soon teach him that he must not take what does not belong to him even in Grandma's house. He learns to spell J-E-S-U-S on the fingers of one hand, and B-E-R-T-Y on the other, and we trust some day his young heart will know the meaning of being closer to Jesus than when the little hands are clasped in prayer.