86 Fohuny listens to Mr. Dowt Like.

who used to go by their door every
day—-a head taller, at least, this man
was than May and Johnny’s father.
Well, this man could not read, and
he could not write; in fact there were
very few things that he could do;
so he was nearly always out of
work, and often very hungry, because
no masters wanted a workman who
could not do anything !

So May used often to say, ‘ There
goes poor Sammy. Oh! I’m so glad
he isn’t my father. What a dreadful
thing it must be to grow up to be a
man before you're ready to be one !
Only think! to keep on growing and
growing, and yet never learning any-

thing all the while! I should feel so