De La Salle Fifth Reader eBook

Institute of the Brothers of the Christian Schools
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 210 pages of information about De La Salle Fifth Reader.

De La Salle Fifth Reader eBook

Institute of the Brothers of the Christian Schools
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 210 pages of information about De La Salle Fifth Reader.

The baker’s wife went up to him, and gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder, “What are you thinking about?” said she.

“Ma’am,” said the little boy, “what is it that sings?”

“There is no singing,” said she.

“Yes!” cried the little fellow.  “Hear it!  Queek, queek, queek, queek!”

My friend and the woman both listened, but they could hear nothing, unless it was the song of the crickets, frequent guests in bakers’ houses.

“It is a little bird,” said the dear little fellow; “or perhaps the bread sings when it bakes, as apples do?”

“No, indeed, little goosey!” said the baker’s wife; “those are crickets.  They sing in the bakehouse because we are lighting the oven, and they like to see the fire.”

“Crickets!” said the child; “are they really crickets?”

“Yes, to be sure,” said she good-humoredly.  The child’s face lighted up.

“Ma’am,” said he, blushing at the boldness of his request, “I would like it very much if you would give me a cricket.”

“A cricket!” said the baker’s wife, smiling; “what in the world would you do with a cricket, my little friend?  I would gladly give you all there are in the house, to get rid of them, they run about so.”

“O ma’am, give me one, only one, if you please!” said the child, clasping his little thin hands under the big loaf.  “They say that crickets bring good luck into houses; and perhaps if we had one at home, mother, who has so much trouble, wouldn’t cry any more.”

“Why does your poor mamma cry?” said my friend, who could no longer help joining in the conversation.

“On account of her bills, sir,” said the little fellow.  “Father is dead, and mother works very hard, but she cannot pay them all.”

My friend took the child, and with him the great loaf, into his arms, and I really believe he kissed them both.  Meanwhile the baker’s wife, who did not dare to touch a cricket herself, had gone into the bakehouse.  She made her husband catch four, and put them into a box with holes in the cover, so that they might breathe.  She gave the box to the child, who went away perfectly happy.

When he had gone, the baker’s wife and my friend gave each other a good squeeze of the hand.  “Poor little fellow!” said they both together.  Then she took down her account book, and, finding the page where the mother’s charges were written, made a great dash all down the page, and then wrote at the bottom, “Paid.”

Meanwhile my friend, to lose no time, had put up in paper all the money in his pockets, where fortunately he had quite a sum that day, and had begged the good wife to send it at once to the mother of the little cricket-boy, with her bill receipted, and a note, in which he told her she had a son who would one day be her joy and pride.

They gave it to a baker’s boy with long legs, and told him to make haste.  The child, with his big loaf, his four crickets, and his little short legs, could not run very fast, so that, when he reached home, he found his mother, for the first time in many weeks, with her eyes raised from her work, and a smile of peace and happiness upon her lips.

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