"Where
did you come from, Bunch?"
"We found her in the boat--do you know whose she is?" asked Nancy, and
even Toby looked anxious.
"Ay, that I do! My little grandchild has been breaking her heart all day
over Bunch. She's a cripple, you see. Miss, and the kitten's company for
her. It must have followed me to the shore this morning and gone to
sleep on the nets. Matty will glad to find it!"
"Shall we take Bunch home to her?" asked Nancy, sighing at the thought
of parting with her treasure-trove.
"It would be real kind. Miss."
She was glad she had offered, when she saw poor Matty's face beam at the
sight of her only playmate.
A QUEER SNAKE.
BY MARY E.Q. BRUSH.
It was the Dalton children's first year in Florida. They enjoyed the
sunshine, the balmy air and fragrant flowers very much. There was only
one thing to mar their pleasure and that was their dread of snakes.
Tilly, the little colored girl who used to play with them sometimes, had
big stories to tell.
"Dar's rattlers in de pine woods, hidin' on de sunny sides of stumps:
and dar's a pow'ful sight o' moccasins down amonst de water-hyacinths
near de bayou.
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