. Finikin and his gold pippin. An original tale . liged tosave himself by flying to his mother, first pushing down one of hisenemies. His mother had already heard his cries, and thought olgoing to meet him over the narrow bridge which led across themill-stream. As he rushed breathlessly round the corner, closelvpursued by his companions, she cried to him to take care; but he,in his terror of being overtaken, heard not her call, but ran blindlyon along the narrow path, and fell into the stream. jMargaret, whohad seen with increasing anxiety the course of her son, overcomewith terror, sank sense
. Finikin and his gold pippin. An original tale . liged tosave himself by flying to his mother, first pushing down one of hisenemies. His mother had already heard his cries, and thought olgoing to meet him over the narrow bridge which led across themill-stream. As he rushed breathlessly round the corner, closelvpursued by his companions, she cried to him to take care; but he,in his terror of being overtaken, heard not her call, but ran blindlyon along the narrow path, and fell into the stream. jMargaret, whohad seen with increasing anxiety the course of her son, overcomewith terror, sank senseless to the ground, for she imagined her sonwas already caught by the wheels. And certainly he would have THE LITTLE POT OF PINKS. 21 been^ had not the millers boy been luckily standing on the dambusy washing the meal-tubs : he saw Paul tumble in, and drew hmout just as the stream was carrying- him away. Paul only sufferedfrom fright, and soon came to himself, and saw the washerwomenaround his mother, who lay still and motionless. He hastened to. ^-^SC^^^^-^^ her weeping, but the bystanders held him back ; but as soon as hismother opened her eyes again, and looked anxiously around her, hesank on her breast, and she embraced him convulsively as if shewould never part from him. Paul was soon taken to the millers in order to change hisclothes. But when he came out again he felt very much afraid togo to his mother, who had, meanwhile, recovered and resumed herwork. His conscience pricked him, and he feared a harsh Margaret only gave him a look which drew him repentant toher side, and then she told him to continue his work. By evening hisclothes were dry, so that he could put them on again; and whenhis mother had packed her linen together, which was as white assnow, they set out on their way home. Ah ! what a difference wasthere between their coming and their return ! After they had gonesome distance silently Margaret took PauPs hand, and reproachedhim earnestly, but mi
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