A GRAIN OF WHEAT 147 



At last Jerry, our wheat, and the boys saw 

 the mill. 



A big wheel was turning slowly around. 



The water was dashing and foaming over it. 



"What turns the wheel?" asked one of the 

 boys. 



" The water," said Jerry. 



" What turns the water." 



" I don't know," said Jerry. 



" What a boy you are for asking questions ! " 



Then he carried the wheat to the miller. 



The miller put it into a hopper. 



It was then crushed between two stones. 



" Makes nice flour," said the miller, rubbing it 

 between his fingers. 



CHAPTER VII 

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The sack of flour was carried home. 

 The farmer's wife opened it and said : 

 " I am going to make this into cake." 

 Even in his wheat days the flour had never 

 been so proud. 



" Now," it said, I shall be rich." 



