One fine morning in the autumn Mr. Washington, taking little George by the hand, walked with him to the apple orchard, promising that he would show him a fine sight.
 
On arriving at the orchard they saw a fine sight, indeed!  The green grass under the trees was strewn with red-cheeked apples, and yet the trees were bending under the weight of fruit that hung thick among the leaves.
 
``Now, George,'' said his father, ``look, my son, see all this rich harvest of fruit!  Do you remember when your good cousin brought you a fine, large apple last spring, how you refused to divide it with your brothers?  And yet I told you then that, if you would be generous, God would give you plenty of apples this autumn.''
 
Poor George could not answer, but hanging down his head looked quite confused, while with his little, naked, bare feet he scratched in the soft ground.
 
``Now, look up, my son,'' continued his father, ``and see how the blessed God has richly provided us with these trees loaded with the finest fruit.  See how abundant is the harvest.  Some of thetrees are bending beneath their burdens, while the round is covered with mellow apples, more than you could eat, my son, in all your lifetime.''
 
George looked in silence on the orchard, he marked the busy, humming bees, and heard the happy notes of the birds fluttering from tree to tree.  His eyes filled with tears and he answered softly:--
 
``Truly, father, I never will be selfish any more.''