"Well, I'm glad he's going," exclaimed Billy Bunny. "He can shoot atsomething else now besides little rabbits."

0ld Mother Magpie ruffled her feathers. "Well, if I had a boy like youI'd teach him not to glory over another person's grief," and then sheflew away.

"I'm sorry for his mother," said Mrs. Bunny, "but the Miller child willnever be missed," and the clothespin fell out of her mouth and stoodup in the grass like a little wooden soldier.