The Little Laddie grows Wiser. tot

 

Even May, though she watched
him so closely, had only a shrewd
guess or two about Johnny that evening.
She did not know half his troubles.

Only she had noticed that when
that little lad was very eager and
frisky, and rather cross, too, between
whiles, it was ‘because he had got
something in his head,’ to use her
own expression.

My idea is that if we could have
looked inside him we should have
found more the matter with his heart
than his head, but very likely the
little boy or girl who gets this book
may not even know where that part
of our bodies lies.

And that does not matter one bit;