LESSON LIX.

whis'tle (whis'l) poc'ket wil'low note filled dead sick

walk ev'ery blew lane lame tak'ing cane took


[Illustration: Girl holding doll and boy with cane standing in woods.]


One day, when Mary was taking a walk down the lane, trying to sing her
doll to sleep, she met Frank, with his basket and cane.

Frank was a poor, little, lame boy. His father and mother were dead. His
dear, old grandma took care of him, and tried to make him happy.

Every day, Mary's mother filled Frank's basket with bread and meat, and a
little tea for his grandma.

"How do you do, Frank?" said Mary. "Don't make a noise; my doll is going
to sleep. It is just a little sick to-day."

"Well, then, let us whistle it to sleep." And Frank, taking a willow
whistle out of his pocket, blew a long note.

"Oh, how sweet!" cried Mary. "Do let me try."