Children were running about carrying wreaths. On a corner of the
street where a band was playing some men were holding banners. I heard
some one say it was Decoration Day, and that everybody strewed flowers
on the graves in the big cemetery that day. I thought it was a very
beautiful custom. Through all the buzz and confusion I kept an eye on
Johnny. He didn't seem to be riding anywhere in particular, but was
just looking around for the fun of the thing. Presently he drew up to
the sidewalk where a little ragged boy was leaning up against a tree.
He had a wistful look, as if he would like to be taking part.
"'Hello!' said Johnny, as he reined Jock in. 'Aren't you going to help
to decorate?'
"'Naw--ain't got any posies, I tell you.' The boy said this in a
sullen tone.
"'Here, take these. I brought you a big bunch so you could divide 'em
with some of your friends. There's enough for all of you boys to have
a few flowers to take to the cemetery.' Johnny extended the roses with
a smile as he spoke.
"The boy grabbed them eagerly. 'My! You're a jolly one, I'll say that
for you,' he said heartily by way of thanks, then he ran off with a
whoop.
"I saw from this action that Johnny was the same generous, kind-hearted
boy he used to be, and I felt proud to have had the honor of his
acquaintance.
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