THERE STOOD—FINNETTE!
“You dear old darling Finnette,” she said. “How sweet you have been to my children. You shall have a silver collar, for you are my best friend.” Then Bridget brought Finnette her supper of bread and milk.
ABOUT THE DEER.
LOOK! look!” said Ernest, “see the deer! It has got out of the deer park. I did not know deer could run like that!”
The frightened creature was running down Washington street. He darted in and out among the horses and carriages, and people. He leaped over the heads of the children.
Ernest and his mother stopped to look; everybody stopped to look. On and on he ran till he came to the river, then he leaped into the deep water and was drowned. Was it not a pity? The pretty deer that Ernest had fed so often on Boston Common! He almost cried when he thought of it.
How many of you have ever seen deer? In many of the United States they are still found in the woods. They are kept in almost all public parks.
Deer are gentle creatures, and are easily tamed. But I think they are happiest when they are free to roam the woods where they like.