

WOODMYTH & FABLE 



The little Rumor was quite touched 

 by her silent sorrow. He was easily 

 touched, though never deeply, and he 

 flew off to tell somebody, anybody, how 

 deep his feelings were. 



He had scarcely taken wing when 

 the Birch-tree whispered, *' What news, 

 what news, little Tittle-tattle ?" 



*' Oh, such a sad case ! " answered 

 the Rumor, and his long tongue shot out 

 like a snake's. "A beautiful child of the 

 stars has fallen down here and sits now 

 silent, dumb with sorrow, on a bank, 

 and her finger is bleeding frightfully." 



" What, all about a scratched finger? 

 She must be seriously hurt, probably 

 wounded elsewhere." 



" Yes, that 's so ; it did seem more 

 serious than a scratched finger. I dare 

 say she has many wounds." 



