THE LITTLE-WORM 137 



So he squirmed himself up out of his hole, 

 and crept along the garden path. He was as 

 glad as he could be that he was alive. 



Now in the house that stood in that garden, 

 lived a little boy about four years old. 



When the morning came, the sunbeams had 

 gone into his nursery and waked him. 



He was washed and dressed, and had his 

 breakfast of bread and milk. 



Then his mamma took him to the door that 

 led down the steps of the piazza into the garden, 

 and told him to take a run down the path and 

 make himself warm. 



So down he ran. 



Now if that little boy should put his strong 

 foot on that little worm, it would break him all 

 to pieces. 



But he would not do such a cruel thing ! 



He saw the little worm creeping along, so 

 glad to be alive, and he ran on the other side 

 of the path. 



After a while the little worm felt tired and 

 went creeping back to the little hole that was 

 his home. 



He curled himself up like a little ball, and 

 went to sleep for the rest of the day. 



