110 The Little Laddie grows Wiser.

 

 

questions, and some that he thought
May May could not answer.

That evening he was very full of
talk, and chattered away as fast as
his little tongue could go, about his
dear white pussy and the ‘ douful’
daisy-chain, that May had made and
put round its neck; and about the
hay, and how nice it smelt; and
what fun it was to see father hide
himself quite up in it, and then
come bouncing out.

And his mother told him that
she thought he was a very happy
little boy to have so many nice
things, and that he ought to try to
be very good. And then she talked
to him about God, his great Father