Yet now I knew it was the food I carried, he called 'Hugh'; it was the food, not me, he loved.

Glad was I when, his wing grown strong, he flew away.

It cut me to the heart to hear the worms, the grubs, the snails, the caterpillars, all called 'Hugh'!" The Bishop smiled, then sighed.

"Poor little eager heart," he said, "learning so hard a lesson, all alone! Yet is it a lesson, lad, sooner or later learned in sadness by all generous hearts.

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