282 The Wounded Bird.

 

do think he did his best not to fret,
after May reminded him that it was
God who had sent the rain, and that,
if it was not pleasant to him, it was
very good for the grass and corn.

On the third day,—that was
Thursday,—when they woke in the
morning, it was quite fine, and the
sun was shining beautifully. Johnny
was in great spirits; and he made all
the haste he could to dress and go
down to breakfast.

Afterwards, he was quite handy in
helping his mother and May to put
all the things away; and when he
saw that all was done, he said :—

‘Now, May May, let us go.’

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