NO one bothered about Charlie; he was so happy and that the other children half thought he really preferred broken toys to whole ones. He through life with a happy smile on his face, made a gee-gee of the old bench in the back-yard, and never once envied Tommy his fine new Dobbin.  
It was not only in the matter of toys that Charlie failed to receive his just share. When black Biddy had a of seven chicks, and each of the children claimed one as a special pet, it was the one that was called Charlie’s. One day, Mother found her little lad sitting by himself on the doorstep, with Hopperty, as the lame chick was called, up in his pinafore. “What’s the matter, Charlie boy?” said she, for she noticed that the little cheeks were very white and the pretty blue eyes heavy.
 
“My head’s so funny, Mother!” said Charlie.
 
 
The next day there were six children playing in the field behind the house, and one little boy lay on his bed upstairs.
 
Now, you would have thought that amongst so many children one would scarcely have been missed, but Charlie was. The children felt as though they could not play, now that he was not with them. Then they remembered what a sweet, unselfish little fellow he had been.
 

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