e turned away feeling ashamed
and miserable, for her conscience told her it was scarcely an accident,
for she meant to be rough with the plant, though perhaps she had hardly
meant to break it.

'How could I do it?' she asked herself, as she threw herself on the
schoolroom sofa, and burst into tears. 'Ethel is so good, too; how
horrid I must be to have grudged her pleasure in her plant, even though
mine is dead.'

She raised her eyes to the window, where stood her pot, and there, to
her amazement, she saw a tender little leaf pushing through the dark
soil. It was not dead then! Quick as thought she jumped up, seized the
pot, and flew down to the arbour.

'My plant is coming up, and you must have it, Ethel, because I am so
very sorry I broke yours,' she said eagerly. 'Take it, do, and say you
forgive me.'

[Illustration: "May turned away, feeling ashamed and miserable."]

'Oh, May, you could not help it,' said Ethel, drying her eyes, and
trying to smile, 'and I won't take your plant. I am very glad it is
coming up.'

'You must have it,' said May firmly. 'I shall never like it unless it is
yours; it will always remind me of a horrid day,' ended up May, somewhat
lamely, for she could not say how guilty she felt in the matter.

So Ethel had the plant, and nursed it so well that in days to come it
really did produce a small orange, and this time May was the first to
rejoice with her sister.

ANIMAL MAKESHIFTS.

True Anecdotes.

IV.--CURIOUS CUPBOARDS.

The inborn wisdom which Providence gives animals for their good is
clearly shown by something very like forethought about food supplies, an
instinct which tells creatures to lay by 'for a rainy day.' It is less
strongly marked among the winged races, because they prefer to fly in
search of fresh supplies when the old fail, and seldom provide
cupboards or larders at home. Yet there are birds that make stores.
After a full meal many of the crow tribe, including the raven, rook, and
jackdaw, will put away and hoard what is left. A magpie once paid me a
visit, perching on an ash-tree, the boughs of which almost brushed
against my bedroom window. Very early one morning he awoke me by calling
out his own name, together with a lot of chattering, the meaning of
which appeared to be that 'Maggie' was both hungry and thirsty. He was
tame and talkative, and had clearly escaped from somewhere. I placed a
saucer of milk and bread, with a dish of meat, cut up, and anot