When the boy saw Frank, he said to him, 'Do you want to get over this stile?'

Frank answered, ‘Yès, I do.'

The boy then rose from the step of the stile, on which he was sitting, and jumped down, and walked on, that he might make room for Frank to get over the stile.

Frank and his mother got over the stile; and, in the path in the next field, at a little distance from the stile, Frank saw a fine bunch of

nuts.

'Mamma,' said Frank, 'I think these nuts belong to that little boy who was sitting upon the stile, with nùts in his hat: perhaps he dropped them, and did not know it. May I pick them up, and run after the little boy, and give them to him?'

His mother said, 'Yes, my dear; and I will go back with you to the boy.' So Frank picked up the nuts, and he and his mother went back, and he called to the little boy, who stopped, when he heard him call.

And as soon as Frank came near to him, he said to the boy, 'Here are some nùts, which I believe are yours. I found them in the path, near that stile.'

'Thank you,' said the boy, they are mine.

I dropped them there; and I am much obliged to you for bringing them back to me.'

Frank saw that the boy was glad to have his nuts again; and he was glad that he had found them, and that he had returned them to the person to whom they belonged.

Frank then went on with his mother, till they came to the garden; and Frank asked whether he might help the gardener to gather some of his cherries.

His mother said, 'Yes; I think the gardener will trust you to gather his cherries, because you have not meddled with any of his things without his leave.'

The gardener said that he would trust him; and Frank was glad, and he gathered all the cherries which he could reach | that were ripe; and when he had filled the basket into which the gardener asked him to put them, the gardener picked out five or six bunches of the ripest cherries, and offered them to Frank.

'May I have them, mamma ?' said Frank. His mother said, 'Yes, you may, my dear.' Then he took them, and thanked the gardener for giving them to him; and after this, he and his mother left the garden, and returned towards home.

He asked his mother to eat some of the cherries; and she took one bunch, and said that she liked them.

'And I will keep another bunch for papà,' said Frank, 'because I know he likes cherries.'

And Frank eat all the rest of the cherries, except the bunch which he kept for his father.

Frank now saw a boy in the field in which they were walking, who had a paper kite in his hand, which was fluttering in the wind. Frank looked, when the kite was up in the air; and it mounted higher and higher, till it seemed to touch the clouds.

'The boy who had been flying the kite, now ran up to the place where Frank was standing; and Frank saw that he was the same boy to whom he had returned the nuts.

The boy held one end of a string in his hand; and the other end of the string, Frank's mother told him, was fastened to the kite. The boy pulled the string towards him, and wound it upon a bit of wood; and Frank saw the paper kite now coming downwards; and it fell lower, and lower, and lówer;* and, at last, it fell to the ground.

*The repetition of the rising inflection, in such cases, is the natural means of giving increased effect to the falling inflection that follows, and for which it is the preparation.

The boy to whom it belonged, went to fetch it; and Frank's mother said, 'Now we must make haste and go home.'

Frank followed his mother, asking her several questions about the kite; and he did not perceive that he had not his bunch of chèrries in his hand, till he was near home. When his mother said, 'There is your father coming to meet us,' Frank cried, 'Oh! mamma, my cherries, the nice bunch of chèrries, that I kept to give him, I have dropped them,-I have lòst them, I am very sorry for it! May I run back to look for them? I think I dropped them whilst I was looking at the kite. May I go back to that field, and look for them?'

'No, my dear,' said his mother; 'it is just dinner-time.'

Frank was sorry for this; and he looked back towards the field where he lost his cherries; and he saw the boy with the kite in his hand, running very fast, across the field nearest to him.

'I think he seems to be running to us, mamma,' said Frank. 'Will you wait one

minute?'

His mother stopped; and the boy ran up to them, quite out of breath. He held his kite in

one hand, and, in the other, he held Frank's bunch of cherries.

'Oh! my cherries! thank you for bringing them to me,' said Frank.

'You seem to be as glad as I was, when you brought me my nùts,' said the boy. 'You dropped the cherries in the field where I was flying my kite. I knew they were yours, because I saw them in your hand, when you were looking at my kite.'

Frank thanked the boy again | for returning them to him; and his mother also said to the boy, 'Thank you, my honest little boy.'

'I was honest, mamma, when I returned his nuts to him, and he was honest when he returned me my cherries. I liked him for being honest. I will always be honest about everything, as well as about nuts.' Then Frank ran to meet his father, with the bunch of ripe cherries, and gave them to him; and his father liked them very much."

LESSON XXIX.

THE HOUSE CRICKET.

THIS insect lives in houses. Its wings are shaped like tails, and are longer than the wing