GEORGE WASHINGTON AND HIS HATCHET
WHEN George Washington was quite a little boy, his father
gave him a hatchet. It was bright and new, and George took
great delight in going about and chopping things with it.
He ran into the garden, and there he saw a tree which seemed
to say to him, "Come and cut me down!"
George had often seen his father's men chop down the great
trees in the forest, and he thought
 that it would be fine sport to see this tree fall with
a crash to the ground. So he set to work with his little
as the tree was a very small one it did not take long to lay
Soon after that, his father came home.
"Who has been cutting my fine young cherry tree?" he
cried. "It was the only tree of its kind
 in this country, and it cost me a great deal of money."
He was very angry when he came into the house.
"If I only knew who killed that cherry tree," he cried,
"I would—yes, I would"—
"Father!" cried little George. "I will tell you the truth
about it. I chopped the tree down with my hatchet."
His father forgot his anger.
"George," he said, and he took the little fellow in his
arms, "George, I am glad that you told me about it. I would
rather lose a dozen cherry trees than that you should tell