Lesson LIV Grandfather’s Story
“Come and sit by my knee, Jane, and grandfather will tell you a strange story.
“One bright Summer day, I was in a garden in a city, with a friend. “We rested underneath a fig tree. The broad leaves were green and fresh.
“We looked up at the ripe, purple figs. And what do you think came down through the branches of the fig tree over our heads?”
“Oh, a bird, grandfather, a bird!” said little Jane, clapping her hands.
“No, not a bird. It was a fish; a trout, my little girl.”
“Not a fish, grandfather! A trout come through the branches of a tree in the city’! I am sure you must be in fun.”
“No, Jane, I tell you the truth. My friend and I were very much surprised to see a fish falling from a fig tree.
“But we ran from under the tree, and saw a fishhawk flying, and an eagle after him.
“The hawk had caught the fish, and was carrying it home to his nest, when the eagle saw it and wanted it.
“They fought for it. The fish was dropped, and they both lost it. So much for fighting!”