wouldn't matter then that him had hurt his leg.
_Couldn't_ Ted learn to fly, David?"

Ted was soaring too far above poor David's head already for him to know
what to answer. What could he say but "No indeed, Master Ted," again? He
had never heard tell of any one that could fly except the angels. For
David was fond of going to church, or chapel rather, and though he could
not read Ted's Bible, he could read his own very well.

"Angels," said Ted. The word started his busy fancy off in a fresh
direction. He lay looking up still, watching now the lovely little
feathery clouds that began to rise as the sun declined, and fancying
they were angels with wings softly floating hither and thither in the
balmy air. He watched one little group, which seemed to him like three
angels with their arms twined together, so long, that at last his eyes
grew rather tired of watching and their little white blinds closed over
them softly. Little Ted had fallen asleep.

"So, so; dear me, he tired," said old David, as, surprised at the
unusual silence, he turned to see what Ted was about. "Bless him, he
tired very bad with his cliver talk and the pain; ay--but, indeed, he
not one to make fuss--no. He a brave little gentleman, Master Ted--ay,
indeed," and the kind old man lifted the boy's head so that he should
lie more comfortably, and turned his wheelbarrow up on one side to shade
him from the sun.

Ted smiled in his sleep as David looked at him. Shall I tell you what
made him smile? In his sleep he had got his wish. He dreamt that he was
flying. This was the dream that came to him.

He fancied he was running down the garden path with Chevie, when all at
once Chevie seemed to disappear, and where he had been there stood a
pretty snow-white lamb. With an eager cry Ted darted forward to catch
it, and laid his hand on its soft woolly coat, when--it was no lamb but
a little cloud he was trying to grasp. And wonderful to say, the little
cloud seemed to float towards him and settle itself on his shoulders,
and then all of himself Ted seemed to find out that it had turned into
wings!

"Ted can fly, Ted can fly!" he cried with delight, or _thought_ he
cried. In reality it was just then that David lifted his head, and
feeling himself moving, Ted fancied it was the wings lifting him upward,
and gave the pleased smile which David noticed. Fly! I should think so.
He mounted and mounted, higher and higher, the white wings waving him
upwards in the m