The Sorrows of a House Martin 49 



again, and your father and mother, and Aunt 

 Charlotte, and the sn ' 



11 Gwenny, Gwenny ! " said a well-known voice ; 

 14 my dear child, fast asleep out of doors, and 

 evening coming on! It's getting cold, and you'll 

 have another chill, and drive us all to distraction. 

 Run to the kitchen and make the kettle boil, 

 and you can warm yourself there before the 

 fire." 



"I'm not cold, Aunt Charlotte, and I'm not 

 asleep," said Gwenny, stretching herself and 

 getting up. " And, please, no boiling water 

 to-day ! It's fairy -land in the garden to-day, 

 and I really can't have the creatures killed, I 

 really can't ! " 



" Can't what ! " cried Aunt Charlotte, lifting the 

 pan in one hand and the garden scissors in the 

 other, in sheer amazement. "Well, what are 

 we coming to next, I wonder ! Fairy-land ! Is 

 the child bewitched ? " 



But at that moment the Martin, who had left 

 his perch, flew so close to Aunt Charlotte's ear 

 that she turned round startled ; and catching 

 sight at that moment of the carriage coming 



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