One daj, M'-llier EUznlicth called her
grandchildren to her bedside and told them
they must work now or else they all would
starve. So Hans a stout boy of ten years
of age, an l Grctchen who was eight, start
ed nut early every morning, picked up dead
wood, broke it, tied it m bundles, caned
fagois, aad carried it to the neighboring
town for sale. This was very hard work
for the children; the town was far from
their home, the paths were narrow and slip
pery, and the wood was heavy; but they
were brave, and loved their grandmother
so dearly that they were willing to work
very hard for her sake.
Sometimes, when they were very tired,
they would stop to rest on their way to ai.d
from town, atoldGottlieb'shut. Thisold man
was a wood-carver, aud niade clocks, fans,
paperknives, brackets, ornaments and toys
out of pine wood. 1 lans loved to stand by
his side and watch him carve, and when
he aud Grctchen took up their loads again
to continue their way, he would tell his
sister, if ho only had a knife he was sure
he could learn to carve, too. One fine June
mornins. Gottlieb overhaard bin saying
this, and took his pipe out of his mouth
just long enough to say.
