284 The Wounded Bird.

 

they’ve taken the nest and the young
ones all away. What a shame! I
wonder where the parent birds have
gone? Poor things! How sorry
they must be !’

‘And so is me,’ said Johnny, sob-
bing, and speaking very angrily.
‘ They are bad, bad boys. Me hope
somebody will beat them.’

Then the poor little man threw
himself down on the ground, crying
and sobbing as if his heart would
break.

May did all she could to comfort
him, and make him think of. the
grief of the father and mother birds,
and forget his own; but he only be-
gan, then, to cry for them, too, and