Frank was a poor, little, lame boy. His father and mother were dead. His
dear, old grandma took care of him, and tried to make him happy.
Every day, Mary's mother filled Frank's basket with bread and meat, and a
little tea for his grandma.
"How do you do, Frank?" said Mary. "Don't make a noise; my doll is going
to sleep. It is just a little sick to-day."
"Well, then, let us whistle it to sleep." And Frank, taking a willow
whistle out of his pocket, blew a long note.
"Oh, how sweet!" cried Mary. "Do let me try."
LESSON LX.
turned face cried low al'most soon more cry
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[Illustration: Boy and Girl sitting on log.]
"Yes, Mary, I will give it to you, because you are so good to my grandma."
"Oh! thank you very much." Mary blew and blew a long time. "I can't make
it whistle," said she, almost ready to cry.
"Sometimes they will whistle, and sometimes they won't," said Frank. "Try
again, Mary."
She tried once more, and the whistle made a low, sweet sound. "It
whistles!" she cried.
In her joy, she had turned the doll's face down, and its eyes shut tight,
as if it had gone to sleep.
"There!" cried Frank, "I told you the way to put a doll to sleep, is to
whistle to it."
"So it is," said Mary. "Dear, little thing; it must be put in its bed
now."
So they went into the house.
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