Children Stories - Little By Little

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When Charley awoke one morning, he looked from the window, and saw the
ground deeply covered with snow.

On the side of the house nearest the kitchen, the snow was piled higher
than Charley's head.

"We must have a path through this snow," said his father. "I would make
one if I had time. But I must be at the office early this morning.

"Do you think you could make the path, my son?" he asked little Charley.

"I? Why, the snow is higher than my head! How could I ever cut a path
through that snow?"

"How? Why, by doing it little by little. Suppose you try," said the
father, as he left for his office.

So Charley got the snowshovel and set to work. He threw up first one
shovelful, and then another; but it was slow work.

"I don't think I can do it, mother," he said. "A shovelful is so little,
and there is such a heap of snow."

"Little by little, Charley," said his mother. "That snow fell in tiny
bits, flake by flake, but you see what a great pile it has made."

"Yes, mother, I see," said Charley. "If I throw it away little by
little, it will soon be gone."

So he worked on.

When his father came home to dinner, he was pleased to see the fine
path. The next day he gave little Charley a fine blue sled, and on it
was painted in yellow letters, "Little by Little."

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