"And I hope my little boys will never do so again," said mamma, who had been watching, and heard all.
And years afterward, when John and Harry were away from their mamma and home, they often reminded each other of the lesson they had learned from the fate of the robber bluebird.
DREAMING.
"He is dreaming. Guess of what, now."
"Well, I guess that in his hand
Is a marble—such a beauty!
And he dreams of wonder-land.
"Dreams a dream of giants rolling
Giant marbles—oh, such fun!
See, he smiles, for he has seen one
Bigger, brighter, than the sun."