He up with the handle of his pitchfork and knocked the poor little mother bat far out into the stubble." "_Oh_!" cried the Child.

"Didn't it hurt her _dreadfully_ ?" "It killed her," replied Uncle Andy simply.

"But by chance it didn't hurt Little Silk Wing himself, as he clung desperately to her neck.
The children, with cries of sympathy and reprobation, rushed to pick up the little dark body.

But the black-and-white dog was ahead of them.
He raced in and snatched the queer thing up, gently enough, in his teeth.

But he let it drop again at once in huge surprise.