Fohuny learus by Experience.’ 213

bite it so much that it would have
been killed at once, if a kind man
had not made the furious thing loose
his hold, and then carried the little
wounded cat indoors to Johnny’s
mother !

Happily, he was out in the fields
with May just then; so poor kitty
was washed, and fed, and laid in its
own bed before the children came
in. But 2 cannot tell you how
grieved they were, nor how Johnny
cricd awiemene sneard his pet cry,
and when his mother told the
story.

And you will not much wonder if
I tell you that he went to bed in a
desperate rage with the ‘horrid great