The White Lily. - ee

 

certainly often seen his friend, the bear, kill things,
and he began to be rather thankful that the bear
happened to like him, and had never wanted to kill
him.

He put his arm round Pearl, and together they
began to walk up into the forest. Since the flowers
and the fishes and the butterflies afforded them such
scant pleasure, perhaps it would be a good thing to
try in what mood the birds and animals would be.

They walked through the shady glades, looking
out for their acquaintance.

They were on speaking terms with a good many
partridges and pheasants and rabbits, and were
- quite intimate with a gazelle and a couple of
hares. As for the singing birds, as the mouse had
told the lily, Pearl was an immense favourite with
them.

But most strange to relate, to-day they either met
none whom they knew or those whom they knew
avoided them, for there was not a doubt about it
that they did not get within speaking distance of