LITTLE SUNSHINE. 63

Just then a little fair-haired girl came
dancing along, her school-satchel on her
arm.

“Wait a minute,” cried she, seeing
what a worry he was in; and she held
the gate wide open for him, whilst he
wheeled his barrow through.

“T’m so glad I chanced to come this ©
way, cried she. ‘This gate zs tiresome,
and that’s such a heavy load for you.
When it’s wet I have to go round by the
‘road, you know; but it’s so fine to-day.”
And she danced along beside him as he
wheeled. “Do listen to that lark too,”
cried she. “There he is—look, right up
there.”

And the old man actually stopped and
set his barrow down; and up went one
hand to his eyes to shade them, so that
he might find the little black speck mak-
ing all that music in the sky. And all at
once he quite forgot the gate that would