270 Such a capital Plan /

 

to sprinkle on the birds’ tails when
he next saw them. 7

So when he had made his pre-
parations, the little man went forth
one day; and, at the first sight of a
bird, out came a pinch of salt. And
with this in his hand, he ran merrily
after them, calling out, ‘Come here ;
oh! come here. I’ve got somesing
so nice for ’ou ’ickle birdies.’

Johnny was quite sure that the
salt would answer; but somehow it
did not; and before it was all scat-
tered about, the little birds had
flown far away, without any of their
tails looking at all white.

Poor Johnny! He was so disap-

pointed——even a little inclined to be