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hurting the cheewink, but he was carry- 

 ing a fine round stone, that he had just 

 taken from the brook, in his hand, and 

 the hand let the stone go at the bunting 

 before the small boy knew what he was 

 doing. 



There was a frightened twitter, a swish 

 in the bush, and the stone rolled away in 

 the grass. The boy peeped excitedly into 

 the bush, but no bird was to be seen. 

 Then he looked upon the ground beyond 

 the bush and saw two pathetic little feet 

 pointing up out of the grass at him. 

 *' You did this, you are a murderer,'* they 

 seemed to be saying. 



The culprit did not wait to learn more, 

 but fled toward the schoolhouse, feeling 

 very sorry for what he had done. His 

 face was so red through the morning 

 lessons that he felt sure the teacher must 

 know he had done something naughty. 



