[Written Especially for Young People]

Cultivating Our Own Garden

Mr. A and Mr. B, who were neighbors, both planted flower gardens in the springtime. Early each morning Mr. A arose and worked diligently in his garden. Mr. B tended his at odd moments after returning from his office, but he often arrived home so late that it was dark; and one cannot work in the darkness. Mr. A's garden flourished under his loving care, and he sometimes offered slips from his plants to Mr. B; but the latter declined the proffered gifts on the plea that he had no time to plant them.

One day, after Mr. A had viewed his garden with much gratitude for the abundance of flowers blooming there, he walked to the fence and gazed over into Mr. B's yard. Alas! The sight that met his eyes was not a pleasant one. The flower beds were so choked with weeds that the plants had not obtained enough nourishment to bear blossoms.

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