26.THE OLD MAN AND HIS GRANDSON
There was once a very old man, whose eyes had become dim, his ears hard of hearing, his knees trembled, and when he sat at table he could hardly hold the spoon, and spilt the soup on the table-cloth or let it run out of his mouth. His son and his son’s wife were disgusted at this, so the old grandfather at last had to sit in the corner behind the stove, and they gave him his food in a bowl, and not even enough of it. He used to look at the table with his eyes full of tears. Once, too, his trembling hands could not hold the bowl, and it fell to the ground and broke. The young wife scolded him, but he said nothing and only sighed. Then they brought him a wooden bowl for a few pennies, out of which he had to eat.
They were once sitting there when the little grandson of four years old began to gather together some bits of wood from the ground. ‘What are you doing there?’ asked the father. ‘I am making a little trough,’ answered the child, ‘for father and mother to eat out of when I am big.’
The man and his wife looked at each other for a while, and soon began to cry. Then they took the old grandfather to the table, and from that time on always let him eat with them, and said nothing if he did spill a little of anything.