One pulled off her apron, spread it on
the grass, and emptying upon it the berries from her pail, ran to the
pool and returned with it dripping, to hold it up to the suffering
sheep, who stretched their hot tongues gratefully to meet it, and lapped
the precious water with an eagerness which made the little barefoot's
task a hard one.
"But to and fro she ran, never tired, though the small pail was so soon
empty. Her friend meanwhile pulled great handfuls of clover and grass
for the cows, and having no pail, filled her 'picking-dish' with water
to throw on the poor dusty noses appealing to her through the bars. I
wish I could have told those tender-hearted children how beautiful their
compassion made the hot, noisy place, and what a sweet picture I took
away with me of those two little sisters of charity."
In a foreign city many of the shopkeepers provide dishes of water for
the thirsty dogs, cats, and birds who may need it. It is a pretty custom
and one easily followed.
Here is a clipping from a Western newspaper:--
"A short time ago, as I was crossing Market Street, near Twenty-second,
a boy, not over ten years old, who had been walking just before me, ran
into the street and picked up a broken glass pitcher.
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