THE SIGNAL 19 



A night came, however, when an hour before 

 sunset the winds' voices had altogether ceased, 

 a mellow glow spread over the slowly greening 

 lowlands and bare hillsides, Red-winged Black- 

 birds gave their juicy call from afar, Bluebirds 

 were about the barn, many Song-Sparrows sang 

 cheerfully from garden arid roadside, while a 

 very plump bright-breasted Robin actually spied 

 the first delicious earthworm of the season. 



" Listen, how the frogs are peeping ! " said 

 Anne to Tommy, as they walked up from the 

 barn after a visit to some very new fluffy 

 chickens. "Don't you want to come down in 

 the meadows and see if we can find some of the 

 tiny little frogs ? The Doctor says they are as 

 cute, as can be." 



"No, I don't care for frogs," replied Tommy, 

 with a quiver in his voice ; " I care for dogs and 

 they don't like me. Father said he said 

 Lumberlegs was to be my very own, to play 

 with me and everything ; but he isn't mine 

 one bit not even his name. You and Obi 

 named him before he came, and it's a dreadful, 

 horrid name, and he is a horrid dog, and he won't 

 stay with me, and he's too big. To-day he 

 walked on my new soldiers and bent all their 

 legs, and I wish father would send him away. " 



