It has a right to live as well as we have." "Oh, Caleb, did you catch it ?" interrupted Matilda.

"Bring it here!" and she beckoned to a small boy who was busy near a large beech tree some distance away.

"He's been after a tree-frog," she explained.
"There's one up in that tree that sings the cutest every evening and morning.

I hear him when I am gathering bluebells." "It's pretty near dead," said the boy bringing his trophy.

"I guess I squeezed it too hard.