"Did you pick all the apples, son?" called the pleasant voice of his aproned mother as she stood on the porch. "The tree was so heavy and full of ripe ones..." The boy struggled, coming as near to her as he could before his young arms gave way under the weight of the overlyfilled basket of fruit. Staggering under the load, he dropped to his knees and then lost his grip altogether. The basket fell from his small arms, tipping out its plentiful load. "It was so full--" he cried joyfully, cheeks rosy red from the crisp autumn breeze, "--so full it could not help but overflow!"