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Then he forgot the rest. The boys and girls ,were so sorry. They
called out, "Pig," "Goat," "Calf," "Sheep," "Hens," "Ducks," and all
the other animals' names they could think of, but none of them was
right, and as the boy had just made up the poetry, no one knew
what the next could be. He stood for a long time staring at the
ceiling, then he said, "I guess I'll have to give it up."

The children looked dreadfully disappointed. "Perhaps you will
remember it by our next meeting," said the president, anxiously.

"Possibly, said the boy, "but probably not. I think it is gone
forever." And he went to his seat.

The next thing was to call for new members. Miss Laura got up
and said she would like to join their Band of Mercy. I followed her
up to the platform, while they pinned a little badge on her, and
every one laughed at me. Then they sang, "God Bless our Native
Land," and the president told us that we might all go home.

It seemed to me a lovely thing for those children to meet together
to talk about kindness to animals. They all had bright and good
faces, and many of them stopped to pat me as I came out. One
little girl gave me a biscuit from her school bag.

Mrs. Wood waited at the door till Mr. Maxwell came limping out
on his crutches. She introduced him to Miss Laura, and asked him
if he wouldn't go and take tea with them. He said he would be very
happy to do so, and then Mrs. Wood laughed; and asked him if he