“Well,” said their kind grandmamma, as she kissed them and dried their eyes, “you will not do so any more, I dare say, now that you feel that you are too young to go out alone. But it is high time you were in bed, so run up stairs to Ann, like a good boy and girl.”
THE GLOW-WORM.
As John and Mary Green were on their way home from their aunt’s house, where they had spent the day, they saw something bright in the grass by the road-side.
“Look, look! what is that?” said John to the maid.
“Oh, I dare say it is a drop of dew which shines in the light of the moon,” said she.
“Oh, no,” said Mary, “the moon does not shine through that thick hedge at all: let me try to pick it up.”
“Here it is,” cried John, “I have got hold of it; but it does not shine now: this cannot be it.”
“Do not drop it,” said Mary; “but take it home to mamma, and she will tell us what it is.”
They now made all the haste they could: they found their mamma at the hall-door, who was looking out for them, and told her what they had brought.
“Oh, I dare say it is a glow-worm,” said she: “let me look at it: yes, that it is.”