You have not been much , have you ? '' asked Miss Celia , anxious to help the boy , and not quite sure how to begin . `` No , 'm ; our folks did n't hardly ever go , and father was so tired he used to rest Sundays , or go off in the woods with me . '' A little quaver came into Ben 's voice as he spoke , and a sudden motion made his hat-brim hide his eyes , for the thought of the happy times that would never come any more was almost too much for him . `` That was a pleasant way to rest . 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 .
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