"
"What a bad boy!" cried Willy, "and did you treat him as he deserved?"
"No, indeed; I only begged that he would let me pick up my ears of corn;
but he would not consent, and drove me out of the field, bidding me
never enter there again, under pain of a sound drubbing from the
workmen, who would be ready enough, for they laughed when they saw the
squire's son ill-treating me." Then the poor sorrowful child began to
weep afresh.
"Do your feet hurt you much, poor boy?" asked Willy, in a very
sympathizing tone.
"Yes, sadly enough," was the reply; "but I would not mind that at all,
if I had not to go home with my bag empty. Father will think that I have
been idling all day, and will be angry, and not give me any thing to
eat; and I am very hungry now, for I have had only a small piece of dry
bread before I came out this morning."
"Oh, is that all?" rejoined Willy. "Here, take this," said the kind boy,
handing him a bun which his mother had given him for his luncheon, "for
I am not hungry, and if I was, I had rather see you eat it than eat it
myself."
The poor boy hesitated to take the bun, but yielded to Willy's kind
entreaty, and ate it up very quick.
Then Willy said, "Now let us fill the bag, for I am going to help you.
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