. St. Nicholas [serial] . he should have no sup-VOL. VIII.—4. Cora, sulky and weary, locked the cottage door,blew out her candle, and lay down beside herbrother. The poor little fellow tried to win a forgivingword, but she was too ill-natured to grant it. Invain he whispered Cor,—Cor ! He even touchedher hand over and over again with his lips, hopingshe would turn toward him, and, with a loving kiss,murmur as usual, Good-night, little birdie. Instead of this, she jerked her arm angrily away,saying: Oh, stop your pecking and go to sleep ! I wishyou were a crow in earnest, and then I should have
. St. Nicholas [serial] . he should have no sup-VOL. VIII.—4. Cora, sulky and weary, locked the cottage door,blew out her candle, and lay down beside herbrother. The poor little fellow tried to win a forgivingword, but she was too ill-natured to grant it. Invain he whispered Cor,—Cor ! He even touchedher hand over and over again with his lips, hopingshe would turn toward him, and, with a loving kiss,murmur as usual, Good-night, little birdie. Instead of this, she jerked her arm angrily away,saying: Oh, stop your pecking and go to sleep ! I wishyou were a crow in earnest, and then I should havesome peace. After this, Ruky was silent. His heart drooped 5o THE CROW-CHILD. [November,. within him as he wondered what this peace Ruky! Ruky ! she screamed. was that his sister wished for so often, and why There was a slight stir in the low-growing tree. he must go away before it could come to her. Ruky, darling, come back ! Soon, Cora, who had rejoiced in the sudden calm, Caw, caw 1 answered a harsh voice from the. oh, ruky! is this you: heard a strange fluttering. In an instant she sawby the starlight a dark object wheel once or twicein the air above her, then dart suddenly through theopen window. Astonished that Ruky had not either shouted withdelight at the strange visitor, or else clung to herneck in fear, she turned to see if he had fallenasleep. No wonder that she started up, horror-stricken,—Ruky was not there ! His empty place was still warm—perhaps he hadslid softly from the bed. With trembling hasteshe lighted the candle, and peered in every boy was not to be found ! Then those fearful words rang in her ears: / wish you were a crow in earnest! Cora rushed to the door, and, with straininggaze, looked out into the still night. tree. Something black seemed to spin out of it,and then, in great, sweeping circles, sailed upward,until finally it settled upon one of the loftiest treesin the forest. Caw, caw ! it screamed, fiercely. The girl shuddered, bu
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