Don't grieve so hard.

Don't, Johnny.'" "Did you ever see Johnny afterward ?" we asked the redbird.
"Yes, once I saw him cantering along slowly on Jock.

He could not go very fast because he was holding a great bunch of red and pink roses in one hand.

His cheeks were as pink as the flowers and his yellow hair curled up under the edge of his cap the same as it used to.

I knew him in a minute.