If we only knew now which one it used to live on." The motion was about to be carried by acclamation, but Vi entered a decided protest.

"No, no, I want to keep it." "But you can't, Vi," remonstrated Eddie, "dead things have to be buried, you know." "Not the skin and feathers, Eddie; they do stuff them sometimes and I'll ask mamma to let me have this one done." "Oh what's the use ?" expostulated Gertrude; "it's only a common robin." "But I love it; the poor dear little thing! and mamma will let me, I know she will," returned Vi, wiping away her tears as though comforted by the very thought.
The other children wandered off to their play leaving her sitting where she was, on a fallen tree, fondling the bird; but Archie soon came back and seated himself by her side.
"Such a pity; isn't it ?" he said, "I hate that Ranger, don't you, Vi ?" "No-o I hope not, Archie," she answered doubtfully: "folks kill birds to eat them and may be 'tain't any worse for dogs," she added, with a fresh burst of tears.

"Poor little birdie; and may be there are some young ones in the nest that have no mamma now to feed or care for them." "That old Ranger! and he snapped at you too.

Here he comes again.

I'll kill him!" cried the boy, with vehemence.