The Wounded Bird. 281

 

bed, I believe some other thoughts
came back that May had put into
his mind in the morning; and
mammy and he had a nice chat to-
gether, as he sat by her side, before
he shut his eyes and went to sleep.

It rained all the next day, so he
could not go to see his new friends ;
and the day after, the ground was so
wet that their mother told May that
she must take him for a walk out on
the dry paths by the roadside, and
not let him go on the grass at all.

So poor Johnny’s temper and pa-
tience were really tried, as any little
boy will acknowledge; and if he
was not quite good-humoured all
day long we must not wonder. I