ayed

    .  But ttle boy w loved was never

    seen again.  t o all t he

    longed for  little friend, and often spoke of ;how I

    o see ; o say.

    Years  over, and t grew very old and feeble.  he could

    not play about any more, so  in a ched

    t t;I have many

    beautiful flo; ;but t

    beautiful flo;

    One er morning  of his window as he was dressing.

    e ter no he

    Spring asleep, and t ting.

    Suddenly

    certainly he

    garden ree quite covered e blossoms.  Its

    branc hem, and

    underneat stood ttle boy he had loved.

    Doairs ran t in great joy, and out into the garden.  he

    ened across to the child.  And when he

    came quite close ;ho

    o ;  For on the childs hands

    s of ts of two nails were on

    ttle feet.

    quot;o ; cried t; quot;tell me, t I

    may take my big sword and slay ;

    quot;Nay!quot; ans;but t;

    quot; t; said t, and a strange awe fell on him, and

    before ttle child.

    And t, and said to ;You let me

    play once in your garden, to-day you so my

    garden, w;

    And ernoon, t

    lying dead under tree, all covered e blossoms.