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PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



Frank looked after him, and as he lost sight of his form he 

 colored with shame, and ran a few steps after him to recall him, but 



stopping suddenly, he said to himself, " Well, he is a vagabond, and 

 I know that father would not want him here." 



So Frank threw a stick into the water, and Ponto went after it, 

 and then Frank ran a race with him, but he did not find so much 

 amusement as he had anticipated, for he could not help thinking of 

 the poor boy, whom he had spoken to in such an insulting manner, 

 and none of his plays were so amusing as usual. All at once he 

 thought, " Oh ! how I should like to go and row round among the 

 lilies again, as I did this morning." And he was half way to the 

 house, before he recollected that his father had forbidden his going 

 out alone. He stopped, and turning slowly back, sat down under a 

 great tree and looked around him to find something by which to 

 amuse himself. Everything was very beautiful ; the sky was cloud- 

 less and of a clear bright blue the gentle breeze slightly moved 



