288 The Wounded Bird.

 

could cure the little wounded bird,
just as she did himself, with one of
those wonderful kisses.

And, sure enough, the little thing
did seem to revive very soon after
they got in, and the mother had
given him something nice to eat, and,
—at Johnny’s particular request,—
kissed him; so that our little laddie
was soon able to have him in his
own fat hands under careful May

May’s eyes.