when it once fills the heart.

When Johnny had first seen the stranger, he had thought right away
that it was the old gray Chuck with whom he had had such a terrible
fight the day before and whom he whipped. Perhaps that was one reason
for Johnny Chuck's terrible anger now, for the old gray Chuck had
tried to drive Johnny Chuck off the Green Meadows.

But when he had to stop for breath and sat up to look again, he saw
that it wasn't the old gray Chuck at all. It was a younger Chuck and
much smaller than the old gray Chuck. It was smaller than Johnny
himself.

"He'll be all the easier to whip," muttered Johnny, as he started on
again, never once thinking of how unfair it would be to fight with one
smaller than himself. That was because he was so angry. Anger never is
fair.

Pretty soon he reached the lone elm-tree. The stranger wasn't to be
seen! No, Sir, the stranger wasn't anywhere in sight. Johnny Chuck sat
up and looked this way and looked that way, but the stranger was
nowhere in sight.

"Pooh!" said Johnny Chuck, "He's afraid to fight! He's a coward. But
he can't get away from me so easily. He's hiding, and I'll find him
and then---" Johnny didn't finish, but he ground his teeth, and it
wasn't a pleasant sound to hear.

So Johnny Chuck hunted for the stranger, and the longer he hunted the
angrier he grew. Somehow the stranger managed to keep out of his