Part 4 (1/2)
”If you will let o,” said Bobby, ”I'll see that the boys don't hurt you any more”
”I felt pretty sure that we'd converted you,” said the professor; ”and I'rown people say You can see for yourself how much harm a boy can do if he doesn't think”
Bobby felt that he was free, and scra first one ar out of thes had vanished; there was only the blue sky, the waving pine tree, and the quiet pond
”Well!” said Bobby with a long breath of a, soe
”Yes sir, I'll remember,” said Bobby in the meekest of meek tones
M A L LANE
A SONG FOR APRIL
List! list! The buds confer
This noonday they've had news of her; The south bank has had views of her; The thorn shall exact his dues of her; The s adream By the freshet stream Shall ask what boon they choose of her
Up! up! The world's astir; The would-be green has word of her; Root and ger to break Their sleep and wake Their hearts with every bird of her
See! see! Hoift concur Sun, wind, and rain at the na what becalad air sings With dancing wings And the silvery shrill acclaim of her
CHARLES G D ROBERTS
[Illustration: ALEXANDRA THE QUEEN MOTHER]
HOW THE CRICKETS BROUGHT GOOD FORTUNE
My friend Jacques went into a baker's shop one day to buy a little cake which he had fancied in passing He intended it for a child whose appetite was gone, and who could be coaxed to eat only by aht tee, a little boy six or eight years old, in poor but perfectly clean clothes, entered the baker's shop
[Illustration: UNIVERSITY OF TORONTO]
”Ma'am,” said he to the baker's wife, ”Mother sent me for a loaf of bread” The woman took from the shelf a four-pound loaf, the best one she could find, and put it into the arms of the little boy
My friend Jacques then first observed the thin and thoughtful face of the little fellow It contrasted strongly with the round, open countenance of the large loaf, of which he was taking the greatest care
”Have you any rew sad
”No,the loaf closer to his thin blouse; ”but mother told me to say that she would co,” said the good woman; ”carry your bread home, child”