Tae A Tived Boy.

 

we? And when he had made up
his mind to anything it was not easy to
turn him.

‘ All over again,’ he repeated, with
a look of despair. ‘Oh! May, me
couldn’t; me done plenty. Morrow,
May; me say them ’gain morrow-
day.’

So the book went back to its place;
and Johnny’s bricks came out instead,
and his ball; and he had a splendid
game by himself, while his sister
washed the basins that had held their
bread and milk and put them away
in the cupboard, and made their little
beds, and dusted the room, and swept
up the kitchen hearth.

There was a nice lot of work for