ew a stone at him and broke
his leg.

"The man had not gone far when his horse threw him and his leg was
broken.

"The horse started to run, but he stepped into a hole and broke his leg.

"I sat down by the road and thought about what I had seen. I said to
myself, 'He who does wrong to any living thing will suffer for it
sooner or later,' and that is why I am a better king and a happier
man."

[Footnote: Adapted from a fable of the same name found in The
Tortoise and the Geese, published by Houghton, Mifflin Co.]

THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE

"Why do you move along so slowly?" said a hare to a tortoise. "Let me
show you how to get over the ground."

"You think I am slow, do you?" replied the tortoise. "Let us run a race
to the cross-roads. I think I can beat you."

"Do you hear that?" said the hare to a fox, who was standing near.
"Could anyone even think that such a slow-coach could beat me in a
race?"

"It would be a good joke if he did," said the fox. "Do you wish to run
a race? I will be the judge, if you care to have me."

"That suits me well," answered the hare.

"I am willing," said the tortoise.

So the fox marked off a place for starting, and set up a stake at the
goal.

The hare and the tortoise stood side by side, and at the command,
"Go!", from the fox, they began the race.

The hare bounded along and was very soon far ahead of the tortoise. He
called back to the fox, "I think I shall take a little nap before I
finish the race; the tortoise will not reach here for an hour or more."
So he lay down in some bushes and went to sleep.

Every minute brought the tortoise a little nearer to the goal. He did
not stop for a second.

At last he passed the hare, but the hare still slept. On and on he
plodded; it was a long way, but he had no thought of stopping.

He came nearer and nearer the goal. At last his foot touched the stake.

The hare wakened, stretched himself, and leaped toward the goal. "What,
you here!" he cried when he saw the tortoise. "How did you ever reach
here?"

"Just by keeping at it," said the tortoise.

THE MILLER, HIS SON, AND THEIR DONKEY

"I shall have to sell that donkey of ours," said a miller to his son.
"I can not afford to keep him through the winter. I will take him to
town this very morning to see if I can find a buyer. You may go with
me." In a little while the miller, his son, and the donkey were on
their way to town.

They had not gone far