ood on the cold, snowy days that are coming. We
shall need the sugar more then than we do now. Have you forgotten the
story of the ant and the katydid?"

"Tell it again. Tell it now before we get home, Mother."

"I think there is time, as it is a short story," said Good Bird. And
White Cloud listened to the tale of the lazy katydid and the
hard-working ant while the canoe moved slowly across the quiet lake.

THE ANT AND THE KATYDID

The oldest ant was building an underground home. Through the long
summer days she worked, carrying out a grain of sand at a time. Then
she filled her storehouse with food for the winter.

Her work was finished just as the frost came to mow down the growing
plants. All summer the katydid called from the trees, and the locust
danced and buzzed in the sunshine.

When winter came, the oldest ant was warm and comfortable and she had
enough food for her daily needs.

But the locust and the katydid were cold and hungry. "Why should we
freeze?" chirped the katydid. "The ant has a warm house." "And why
should we be hungry?" said the locust. "The ant has plenty of food."
So together they went to the home of the oldest ant.

"Let us in, let us in, kind ant," they cried. "We are cold and hungry."

"What did you do through the warm weather?" asked the oldest ant.

"We played in the sunshine. We chirped and buzzed and sang."

"Did you build no lodge? Could you not store food for the time of
frost and storm?"

"We had no need to work when the summer was here with its warmth and
beauty. We danced away the happy hours."

"Go dance away the winter, then," said the oldest ant. "I worked hard
through all the long summer days, and I had no time to dance or sing."

The locust and the katydid turned away shivering. "It is not fair,"
they said, "that the ant has plenty and we have nothing. She should be
forced to let us in."

HOW WILD RICE WAS DISCOVERED

When Good Bird and White Cloud reached home, they found great
rejoicing. Swift Elk had shot his first deer, and the meat was already
roasting by an outdoor fire.

The hunters had found game in abundance that day, and many feasts were
already called in the village.

Swift Elk had chosen to invite only his grandparents, and they were
already listening to his story of the hunt.

White Cloud made haste to parch the rice, and soon a very hungry
family was enjoying the fresh and abundant food.

After the supper the children asked