Squib and his friends : a story for children . that theysat down there and ate their lunch before going intothe cave; and Squib tied the handle of his littledrinking-cup to a piece of string and let it down intothe waterfall to fill, and declared there never wassuch delicious water. It feels like drinking rainbows! he said with asigh of contentment, as he emptied his cup. The ice-grotto was a wonderful place. Close tothe mouth of it stood a queer little hut, out of whichhobbled a bent old man, ready to show travellers theway. He looked at the party, and then his wrinkledface kindled into a bro
Squib and his friends : a story for children . that theysat down there and ate their lunch before going intothe cave; and Squib tied the handle of his littledrinking-cup to a piece of string and let it down intothe waterfall to fill, and declared there never wassuch delicious water. It feels like drinking rainbows! he said with asigh of contentment, as he emptied his cup. The ice-grotto was a wonderful place. Close tothe mouth of it stood a queer little hut, out of whichhobbled a bent old man, ready to show travellers theway. He looked at the party, and then his wrinkledface kindled into a broad smile, for he had been therewhen Herr Adler used to visit the place often, and heknew and remembered him quite well, and was fullof joy at seeing him again. Squib liked to hear the kind way in which HerrAdler spoke to him, although he did not understandall they said, the old mans talk being very queerindeed. But as he stood watching he turned manythings over in his mind, and he said to himself,— When Im a man I should like people to love. lyi^z a rang; and a roar! Page 169. A WONDERFUL WALK. i6i me, and remember me, and be glad to see me, just aseverybody is so glad to see Herr Adler. I cant everbe so good, or so kind, or so nice as he is; but I cantry to be as kind as I can. I think its because HerrAdler is always interested in everything and every-body. At least Im sure thats one thing. I getbored when people talk about things that Ive notthought about, or that dont seem to belong to me;but Herr Adlers never bored—hes always dont think he ever pretends—he does care. Hedoes like to hear everything; and he cares for everysingle person he meets, whether he ever saw thembefore or not. If he were me, I believe hed be niceto the girls about their tiresome dolls, and never teasethem by calling them sillies. I should like to be niceand kind to everybody, so that everybody might loveme. Of course I dont suppose I can; but at anyrate I can try ! After the old man
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