A Tired Boy. 131

was just going to see after his bees,
when he caught sight of his master’s
child, and saw that something
troubled her. She did not speak ;
but beckoned him to come to her.
And when he came, she soon made
him understand her trouble, and the
trouble of the poor bird.

‘The weasel was still hiding be-
hind the trunk of the tree; and he
said he could easily poke it out and
make it go away. But then it would
be sure to come back, because it had
discovered this nest so conveniently
low down in the branches.

© Tl tell you what Pll do, miss,”
said Thomas. “If you'll bide here,
I'll go and get my gun, and see if I

Ora,