THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 9

 

she punished herself for it. It
was one beautiful day in spring
—one of those days in which
it seems that the birds are
having a concert on a large
scale, they fill the air so full
of their music.

“Would you like to take a
ride with us this morning, J ean-
nette ?” asked her mother.

Jeannette was delighted with
the thought, and actually dan-