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to say, over and over again, some-
thing cross about those ‘ horrid
boys.’

At last, when he seemed to have
cried himself out, May proposed to
go home for his horse and the skip-
ping-rope; and, as he made no
objection, she took his hand, and
they set off together.

But they had not gone many steps
before May stopped, and said, ‘ Hark,
Johnny! Listen!’

For she heard a little feeble, chirp-
ing cry in the bushes; and in a
minute she began to search all
about.

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poor little thing !’ she exclaimed, but