286 The Wounded Bird.

 

in a low tone. And Johnny came
close to see what it was.

‘Oh, oh! he said, too. when he
saw.’ ‘ The dear, the dear !’

‘Don’t, Johnny,’ said May. ‘You'll
frighten it away. I think it is hurt.
Perhaps it fell out of the nest, and
its mother did not see it because she
was frightened. It was too young
to fly.’

As she spoke, May was trying to
take the little downy thing in her
hands; but it was right in amongst
the brambles; and though it could
not fly, it managed to hop and get
away from her at first. Soon, how-
ever, she caught it; and then she sat
down on the grass, and cooed over