It was not hard work, but just suited to Little Boy Blue’s age, and he was watchful and vigilant and made a very good shepherd boy indeed.  His mother needed food no longer, for the Squire paid her son liberally, and the Squire’s daughter made a favorite of the small shepherd and loved to hear the call of his silver horn echoing amongst the hills.  Even the sheep and the cows were fond of him, and always obeyed the sound of his horn; therefore the Squire’s corn thrived finely, and was never trampled.

Little Boy Blue was now very happy, and his mother was proud and contented and began to improve in health.  After a few weeks she became strong enough to leave the cottage and walk a little in the fields each day; but she could not go far, because her limbs were too feeble to support her long, so the most she could attempt was to walk as far as the stile to meet Little Boy Blue as he came home from work in the evening.  Then she would lean on his shoulder and return to the cottage with him, and the boy was very glad he could thus support his darling mother and assist her faltering steps.

But one day a great misfortune came upon them, since it is true that no life can be so happy but that sorrow will creep in to temper it.

Little Boy Blue came homeward one evening very light of heart and whistled merrily as he walked, for he thought he should find his mother awaiting him at the stile and a good supper spread upon the table in the little cottage.  But when he came to the stile his mother was not in sight, and in answer to his call a low moan of pain reached his ears.

Little Boy Blue sprang over the stile and found lying upon the ground his dear mother, her face white and drawn with suffering, and tears of anguish running down her cheeks.  For she had slipped upon the stile and fallen, and her leg was broken!

Little Boy Blue ran to the cottage for water and bathed the poor woman’s face, and raised her head that she might drink.  There were no neighbors, for the cottage stood all alone by the river, so the child was obliged to support his mother in his arms as best he could while she crawled painfully back to the cottage.  Fortunately, it was not far, and at last she was safely laid upon her bed.  Then Little Boy Blue began to think what he should do next.

“Can I leave you alone while I go for the doctor, mamma?” he asked, anxiously, as he held her clasped hands tightly in his two little ones.  His mother drew him towards her and kissed him.

“Take the boat, dear,” she said, “and fetch the doctor from the village.  I shall be patient till you return.”

Little Boy Blue rushed away to the river bank and unfastened the little boat; and then he pulled sturdily down the river until he passed the bend and came to the pretty village below.  When he had found the doctor and told of his mother’s misfortune, the good man promised to attend him at once, and very soon they were seated in the boat and on their way to the cottage.