I often do so , and we will go to the grove this afternoon and try it . But I have to go to church in the morning ; it seems to start me right for the week ; and if one has a sorrow that is the place where one can always find comfort . Will you come and try it , Ben , dear ? '' `` I 'd do any thing to please you , '' muttered Ben , without looking up ; for , though he felt her kindness to the bottom of his heart , he did wish that no one would talk about father for a little while ; it was so hard to keep from crying , and he hated to be a baby . Miss Celia seemed to understand , for the next thing she said , in a very cheerful tone , was , `` See what a pretty sight that is . When I was a little girl I used to think spiders spun cloth for the fairies , and spread it on the grass to bleach . '' Ben stopped digging a hole in the ground with his toe , and looked up , to see a lovely cobweb like a wheel , circle within circle , spun across a corner of the arch over the gate . Tiny drops glittered on every thread as the light shone through the gossamer curtain , and a soft breath of air made it tremble as if about to blow it away . `` It 's mighty pretty , but it will fly off , just as the others did . I never saw such a chap as that spider is . He keeps on spinning a new one every day , for they always get broke , and he do n't seem to be discouraged a mite , '' said Ben , glad to change the subject , as she knew he would be . `` That is the way he gets his living , he spins his web and waits for his daily bread , -- or fly , rather ; and it always comes , I fancy . By-and-by you will see that pretty trap full of insects , and Mr. Spider will lay up his provisions for the day . After that he does n't care how soon his fine web blows away . '' `` I know him ; he 's a handsome feller , all black and yellow , and lives up in that corner where the shiny sort of hole is . He dives down the minute I touch the gate , but comes up after I 've kept still a minute . I like to watch him . But he must hate me , for I took away a nice green fly and some little millers one day . '' `` Did you ever hear the story of Bruce and his spider ? Most children know and like that , '' said Miss Celia , seeing that he seemed interested .
`` No , 'm ; I do n't know ever so many things most children do , '' answered XXXXX , soberly ; for , since he had been among his new friends , he had often felt his own deficiencies .
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