saying, 'Don't, Johnny; you'll fall out if you lean over so far. Papa
will get you another bird. Don't grieve so hard. Don't, Johnny.'"

"Did you ever see Johnny afterward?" we asked the redbird.

"Yes, once I saw him cantering along slowly on Jock. He could not go
very fast because he was holding a great bunch of red and pink roses in
one hand. His cheeks were as pink as the flowers and his yellow hair
curled up under the edge of his cap the same as it used to. I knew him
in a minute. A great many carriages were on the street trimmed in
flags and flowers. Little flags were fastened to the horses' harness.
Jock had one on each side of his head, which made him look very pretty.
Children were running about carrying wreaths. On a corner of the
street where a band was playing some men were holding banners. I heard
some one say it was Decoration Day, and that everybody strewed flowers
on the graves in the big cemetery that day. I thought it was a very
beautiful custom. Through all the buzz and confusion I kept an eye on
Johnny. He didn't seem to be riding anywhere in particular, but was
just looking around for the fun of the thing. Presently he drew up to
the sidewalk where a little ragged boy was leaning up against a tree.
He had a wistful look, as if he would like to be taking part.

"'Hello!' said Johnny, as he reined Jock in. 'Aren't you going to help
to decorate?'

"'Naw--ain't got any posies, I tell you.' The boy said this in a
sullen tone.

"'Here, take these. I brought you a big bunch so you could divide 'em
with some of your friends. There's enough for all of you boys to have