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a world of good, and I wanted to see my little mother and the
baby.”
Janet laughed. “Well, here they are,” she said. “See
our little Bunny, mother. Isn’t he cunning? Father caught
him in the woods. He seemed very lame when father brought
him in, but he is hardly a bit so now. Oh, mother, while it
is warm and sunny may I take baby out for a breath of air?
He always sleeps so much’ better when he has been out-doors.”

“T am afraid it is rather too cold.”

“Oh, no, mother; the air is delightful when you get out in
it, and I will wrap him up real warm, and not go far. Then
you can sit here and be quiet for a while.”

Mrs. Boyd gave her consent, and soon Janet was trudging
- through the snow with Robin in her arms; he was as happy
as could be. After a short excursion to the road, they stopped
at the barn where their father was at work.

He looked up, surprised to see them. “Why, who are
these?” he said. “Come, Robin, you may see the horses.”
_ And as this was Robin’s especial joy, he was soon laughing
and calling “ Whoa!” at the top of his voice.

“Now I will take him home,” said Mr. Boyd. “You
have carried him far enough, little girl.”

So Robin went home on his father’s shoulder, while Janet
trotted behind, very glad to be relieved of her heavy load.

It was a weary little girl who crept into bed that night,
but she was a happy one too, although she had one regretful