Little By Little

: Boys And Girls Bookshelf

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 so
?" 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."