"Let's climb higher"

[Of Special Interest to Children]

Peter and his father were climbing the wooded hill on Grandfather's farm. The narrow path led up and up, twisting a crooked way through the thicketed places. Patches of sunlight spilled here and there in changing patterns, but there was more shadow than sunshine along this path, for this was where the tall trees stood together, their friendly branches touching and rustling with the quiet talk of trees.

The path was stony under their feet, and once Peter picked up a stone to look at it. He would have tossed it aside again, but Father caught his hand.

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