tied."

"But how can you find him again?" said Jim.

"O," said Rollo, "we know; it was behind the corner of a stone, just in
the bushes, where we tied the horse."

Jim winked at the other boys when Rollo said this, though Rollo did not
see it. He was vexed with Rollo, because he reproved him for stoning the
bird.

"I would set him up for a mark, if I had him," said Jim. "I wish I had
been there when you found him; I would have taken him away from you."

"No, you would not have taken him away. Jonas would not let you."

"Jonas! who is Jonas? and what do you think I care for Jonas?" said he.

He then came up to Rollo, and looked into his basket, and saw it nearly
full of large ripe blueberries.

"And I believe," said he, "that you have stolen some of my berries out
of my basket, while I have been sitting here."

"No, I have not," said Rollo. "I have not touched your basket."

"You have," said Jim, fiercely, "and I will have them back again.
Besides, I put some into yours, while you went to your father. So half
the berries in your basket are mine."

This was a lie; but bad boys, like Jim, will always lie, when they have
any thing to gain by it. He came up to Rollo, and began to pull his
basket away from him. Rollo struggled against him, and began to cry. But
Jim was too strong for him: he tipped his basket over, poured a great
many of the berries into his own basket, and the rest were spilled over
on to the ground. Then, angry at Rollo's screams and cries, he trampled
on all the berries that were on the ground, and was beginning to run
away. Rollo caught hold of the skirt of his coat, screaming all the time
for his father. Jim turned round, and struck Rollo with his fist,
knocked him down, and then he and the other boys set off, as fast as
they could run, through the bushes; and they disappeared just as
Rollo's father and Jonas came hastening to his aid.

They raised Rollo up, and his father took him in his arms to carry him
away. He saw that there had been some serious difficulty with the bad
boys, but he did not ask Rollo any thing about it, then; for he knew
that he could not talk intelligibly till he had done crying. Rollo laid
his head down on his father's shoulder, as he walked along, and sobbed
bitterly.

A TEST OF PENITENCE.

His father carried him back to where his mother and uncle were, who were
coming towards him looking anxiously.

They presently got pretty near them, Rollo still continui