"Why, I love that rascal like one of my own. He must be somewhere about."
"We have searched everywhere, sir, and no trace can be found. Even the colonel is discouraged, but his mother will not give up. She says he will be found."
"Found! found! of course he will," replied the general. "Why, there isn't a man or boy that doesn't love Button."
"Here I am, General," piped a boy's voice; and there, just waking up from a sound sleep, was the boy who had slipped in as the general's servant locked the door, and then, tired with play, threw himself on a lounge behind a screen where his friend the general had often rested.
THE STORY OF THE CUCKOO.
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