Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/25

DAVID AND JONATHAN worried 'em so and that's bad luck for a farm—till Dave stole some wild honey one night, in the dark of the moon, and built a nest for them in the clover. Then they came back and Dave forgot it.

Till one stung him one day—one that rembered him, I expect—and he caught him and took his stinger away and put him back in the nest. That bee must have told the others. For none of them ever bothered any of us after that, and they and Dave were like brothers. And old Wasser, after that love feast, he used to get in Dave's way just to get pushed out.

People called him a shustle—yet they always had to laugh when they said it, because Dave had a kind of way that made them like him—and Germans think they have no business to like shustles! Everything was fun—yes. But everybody likes fun. And it was mighty nice on the old farm to have little Dave always so gay and happy. And he wasn't selfish about it—not a bit of it! He d give up about any kind of fun to be with Jon—running and 9