46 Katie Summers.

 

fellow,” he said, holding it half-an-inch from the
bird’s mouth. The temptation was too great to
be resisted, and the thrush stretched out his
neck, opened his beak, and down went the worm.

“You will do now, my fine fellow,” said Uncle
John; “I see you are not dying;” and witha
warning to the little girls to keep him quiet and
not frighten him, Uncle John went off to the
boys.

« And now, my dears,” said Aunt Mary, when
the little girls were tired of gathering flowers,
“if you will come and sit down by me and rest
yourselves, I will read you a little story I have
brought with me.”

“Qh, that will be nice!” cried the children,
and they settled themselves to listen.

“Ts it a story you wrote yourself?” said Katie,
as her aunt drew a roll of neatly-written manu-
script from her pocket.

“No, my dear, it was written by a dear sister
of mine many, many years ago; and in looking