Alfred and Flora felt sorry for poor Johnny; but they were glad to hear that his mother got well, and that little Johnny had been put with a farmer, where he could hear the birds sing, and see the brooks and the trees, and pick wild-flowers in the fields.
When they went to bed they thanked God for many mercies which they had not thought of before.
CHAPTER III
THE SNOW.
How beautiful the earth is now!
The hills have put their vesture on,
And clothed is the forest bough:
Say not ’tis an unlovely time!
Mary Howitt.