110 THE CHERRY-STONES.

in the corner of the playground, while
his favourite Juno came and rested her
large, black head on his lap, as though
she understood and sympathized in all
his troubles. It was very strange, he re-
flected, that it should have been a cherry-
stone that had troubled him all day; that a
cherry-stone should have spoiled his morn-

ing’s amusement; and that just as he

was beginning to recover his spirits, a
second cherry-stone should have appeared,

-and again destroyed his pleasure. Some

connection they must have with his
night’s adventure. ‘I remember I was
very hurried and confused,” he said to
himself; “and it is not surprising; and
yet I feel almost certain that I buried all
the stones; well, I was mistaken, and
there is an end of it.” Then, again, he
was vexed to be obliged to acknowledge