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“Oh, thank you, miss! It’s ever so good. I’ll take the berries to your mother, and bring her more whenever she likes,” said the child gratefully, as she walked away munching the gingerbread, and smiling till there were little rainbows in her tears.

Meanwhile Ned had poked about in the bushes, looking for a good pole. Presently he saw a willow down by the pond, and thought that would give him a nice, smooth pole. He forgot his promise, and down he went to the pond; where he cut his stick, and was whittling the end, when he saw a boat by the shore. It was untied, and oars lay in it, as if waiting for some one to come and row out.

“I’ll just take a little pull across, and get those cardinal-flowers for Polly,” he said; and went to the boat.

He got in, and was about to push off, when he saw his shadow standing on the shore.

“Don’t be a fool; get in, and come along,” he said to it, remembering his promise now, but deciding to break it, and ask pardon afterwards.

But the shadow shook its head; pointed to the swift stream that ran between the banks, the rocks and mud on the opposite side, and the leaky boat itself.

“I ain’t afraid: mamma won’t mind, if I tell her I’m sorry; and it will be such fun to row alone. Be a good fellow, and let me go,” said Ned, beckoning.

But the shadow would not stir, and Ned was obliged to mind. He did so very reluctantly, and scolded the shadow well as he went back to Polly; though all the time he felt he was doing right, and knew he should be glad afterwards.

Will trotted after the rabbit, but didn’t find it; he found a bird’s-nest instead with four little birds in it. He had an empty cage at home, and longed for something to put in it; for kittens didn’t like it, and caterpillars and beetlebugs got away. He chose the biggest bird, and, holding him carefully, walked away to find Polly. The poor mother-bird chirped and fluttered in great distress; but Will kept on till his little shadow came before him, and tried to make him turn back.

“No, no, I want him,” said Will. “I won’t hurt him, and his mother has three left: she won’t mind if I take one.”

Here the mother-bird chirped so loud it was impossible to help seeing that she did care very much; and the shadow stamped its foot and waved its hand, as if ordering the young robber to carry back the baby-bird. Will stood still, and thought a minute; but his little heart was a very kind one, and he soon turned about, saying pleasantly:

“Yes, it is naughty, and I won’t do it. I’ll ask mamma to get me a canary, and will let this birdie stay with his brothers.”

The shadow patted him on the shoulder, and seemed to be delighted as Will put the bird in the nest and walked on, feeling much happier than if he had kept it. A bush of purple berries grew by the path, and Will stopped to pick some. He didn’t know what they were, and mamma had often told him never to eat strange things. But they smelt so good, and looked so nice, he couldn’t resist, and lifted one to his mouth, when little shadow motioned for him to stop.

“Oh, dear! you don’t let me do any thing I want to,” sighed Will. “I shall ask Polly if I tarn’t eat these; and, if she says I may, I shall, so now.”

He ran off to ask Polly; but she said they were poisonous, and begged him to throw them away.

“Good little shadow, to keep me safe!” cried Will. “I like you; and I’ll mind better next time, ’cause you are always right.”

The shadow seemed to like this, and bobbed about so comically it made Will laugh till his eyes were full of tears. Ned came back, and they went on, having grand times in the wood. They found plenty of berries to fill the basket; they swung down on slender birches, and got rolls of white bark for canoes; they saw all sorts of wild-wood insects and birds; and frolicked till they were tired. As they crossed a field, a cow suddenly put down her head and ran at them, as if she was afraid they meant to hurt her calf. All turned, and ran as fast as they could toward the wall; but poor Will in his fright tumbled down, and lay screaming. Ned and Polly had reached the wall, and, looking back, saw that their shadows had not followed. Ned’s stood before Will, brandishing his pole; and Polly’s was flapping a shadowy sun-bonnet with all its might. As soon as they saw that, back they went,–Ned to threaten till he broke his pole, and Polly to flap till the strings came off. As if anxious to do its part, the bonnet flew up in the air, and coming down lit on the cross cow’s head; which so astonished her that she ran away as hard as she could pelt.