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hum, to follow in some foolish course that has 

 caused you all this unhappiness a thousand 

 years, and you will not have a spirit like us, 

 and feel like us. Till you have a spirit like 

 us, and feel like us, you will never, never be 

 happy.' " 



Was not that a fine talk for the child to 

 have with the wheat-ear? And there is more 

 of it, a great deal more in this story without 

 an end which you will find in the book called 

 " The Open Air." 



Again, another boy not Guido by any 

 means, nor in the least like Guido had been 

 sent to gather acorns. He gathered a few, 

 dropped them, into his bag, and lay down in 

 the warm corner by the root of the tree to 

 sleep. There his grandmother found him, and 

 there she beat him. 



" A wickeder boy never lived : nothing 

 could be done with the reprobate. He was 

 her grandson at least, the son of her daughter, 

 for he was not legitimate. The man drank, 

 the girl died, as was believed, of sheer starva- 



