Aleck was a little boy five years old, with a round, rosy face, surrounded with dark brown curly hair, a pair of laughing brown eyes, and a mouth that looked as if it was just made for asking questions. His real name was Alexander, which was his grandfather's name, but they called him Aleck for short; he had no brothers, sisters or cousins, with whom to play, so he was always out in the garden, or orchard, playing with the birds, butterflies and grasshoppers, or else would play in the dirt and make mud pies. lle also had a bed of his own in the garden, in which he would plant peas, corn, potatoes, etc., but he was always digging them up to see if they were growing. Some rolled away, and after awhile a pea vine and a few red radishes grew up. As soon as they were big enough to eat, he pulled them up and ate them, without washing the dirt off.
One day he was digging away in his garden bed, after a hard rain, when he spied a long red worm. Now Aleck was not afraid of anything, but he thought this was such an ugly worm, so he moved off a little way, sat down on a lump of dirt, and looked at the worm for several minutes, while it raised its head from the ground and looked at him. Aleck could finally keep from asking questions no longer, and he said to the worm, "You are not pretty."
The worm said, "No," very meekly.
"You can't dance?"
"No."
"Nor sing?"
"No."
"And you can't learn your letters?"
"No."
"Nor fly?"
"No."
"Butterflies can fly," said Aleck.
"Yes."
"And bees can hum."
"Yes."
"But you can do nothing, can you?"