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it, and stroked it very gently, to try
and make it happy. But it trembled
all over; and one tiny wing hung
down in a strange sort of way, and
seemed to hurt it. _

As for Johnny, he was all excite-
ment, and kept crying out,—

‘Js it ill, May? Isit hurt? Let
me have it.’

‘No, no; don’t touch it, Johnny.
I think it is very much hurt. Ill
take it home to mother in my pina-
fore, and perhaps, if we are kind to
him, he will get well,’ said May.

‘Yes; we'll take him to mother,
said Johnny, who seemed to feel that
that was a very good thought, and
perhaps believed that his mother