"Mamma, I do wish I had a nice, new play. Can't you make me one?" said Bertie, pensively1 surveying the soles of his shoes, as he lay flat on his back with his heels in the air.
"No, dear, I couldn't possibly stop now, for I must write my letters, or they won't be in time, and papa will be disappointed."
"Then I wish I had somebody to play with me! A jolly little chap who would amuse me and make me laugh," continued Bertie, and, dropping his legs, he lay for a moment, looking as if he really did need a playmate very much.
"Tweet! tweet!" said a little voice, in such a brisk tone that the boy stared about him eager to see who spoke2.
One pane3 of the long window that opened on the balcony was fixed4 like a door, so that the room might be ventilated. This pane stood open, and perched upon its threshold was a sparrow peering in with an inquisitive6 air, and a bold "Tweet! tweet!" as if he said,—
"Here's a little friend all ready to play with you."
"Oh, mamma, see the cunning bird! He wants to come in! Don't stir, and may be he'll hop7 down and eat the crumbs9 of my luncheon10 on the table. It's Cocky Twitters; I know him by his tail, with only two feathers in it, and his twinkling eye, and his little fat body," cried Bertie, lying as still as a statue, and looking with delight at the new-comer.
You see Bertie lived near a square where many English sparrows had their homes, and all winter the kind child fed his little neighbors. Day after day he strewed12 crumbs in the balcony, and day after day the birds came to peck them gratefully, or to fly away with the big bits to their nests. So they learned to know and love and trust each other, and the passers-by often saw a pretty sight up in the sunny balcony where the delicate boy stood with his feathered friends about him; some at his feet, some on his shoulders, some boldly stealing crumbs from his basket, and the more timid hopping13 about on the wide balustrade, catching14 such stray mouthfuls as reached them.
Bertie was fond of his birds, and had names for some of them, but his favorite was Cocky Twitters, a bold, saucy15, droll16 fellow, who was always whisking about as if he had every thing in the bird-world to attend to. He fought like a little game-cock if any other sparrow troubled him, but he was good to the weak and timid ones, and never failed to carry a nice crumb8 or two to his old papa, who had something the matter with his wing, and seldom went far from the little brown house stuck like a wasp's nest on one of the trees.
Cocky had often thought about coming in to call, but never had found the courage to really do it, so Bertie was enchanted17 when, after a good deal of tweeting, much perking18 up of his smooth head, and many a sidelong twinkle of his little black eye, Cocky actually hopped19 down upon the table.
Mamma sat motionless, smiling at her little guest, and Bertie hardly dared to wink11 as he watched his pet's pranks20.
Cocky had evidently made up his mind to have a right good time, and see, taste, examine, and enjoy all he found in this new world. So he paraded about the table, ate a bit of cake, pecked at an apple, and drank prettily21 out of Bertie's silver mug; then he wiped his bill quite properly, took a look at the books, peeped into the inkstand, draggled his tail in the gum-pot, examined mamma's work-basket, and took a sniff22 at the flowers. After that he strolled over the carpet with such a funny swagger of his thin legs, such an important roll of his fat, little body, and such an impudent23 cock of his head, that Bertie burst out laughing, which made Cocky flit away to the top of the clock, where he sat and twittered as if he was laughing too.
"I wish I could keep him a few days, he is so jolly! Couldn't I put him in Dickey's cage, and feed and be good to him, mamma?"
"He would never trust you again if you did."
"But I should 'splain it to him, and tell him it was only a visit."
"He wouldn't like it, and I think you will enjoy him more when he makes visits of his own accord. He would be the maddest little bird that ever flew if you shut him up; but leave him free, and every day it will be a pleasure to open the pane and see him come in confidingly24. He is tired of this warm room already, and trying to get out. Show him the way, and let him go."
"I'll have one good feel of him anyhow, but I won't hurt him," said Bertie, yielding the point, but bound to get a little fun out of his fat friend before he went.
So he danced about after Cocky, who was so bewildered he could not find his own little door, and bounced against all the wrong panes26 till he was dizzy, and fell down in a corner. Then Bertie softly grabbed him and though he pecked fiercely, Bertie got a "good feel" of the soft, warm mite27. Then he let him go, and Cocky sat on the balustrade and chirped29 till all his friends came to see what the fuss was about.
"Oh, I do wish I could understand what they say. He's telling them all about his visit, and they look so cunning, sitting round listening and asking questions. You know French and German; don't you know bird-talk too, mamma?" asked Bertie, turning round, after he had stood with his nose against the glass till it was as cold as a little icicle.
"No, dear, I am sorry to say I don't."
"I thought mammas knew every thing," said Bertie, in a disappointed tone.
"They ought to if they expect to answer all the questions their children ask them," answered mamma, with a sigh, for Bertie had an inquiring mind and often puzzled his parents sorely.
"I suppose you haven't got time to learn it?" was the next remark.
"Decidedly not. But you have, so you'd better begin at once, and let me go on with my work."
"I don't know how to begin."
"You must ask some wiser person than I am about that," answered mamma, scratching away at a great rate.
"I know what I'll do!" said Bertie, after meditating30 deeply for a few minutes; and, putting on his cap and coat, he went out upon the balcony.
Mamma thought he had gone to consult Cocky, and forgot all about him for a time. But Bertie had another plan in his head, and went resolutely31 up to one of the windows of the next house. It opened on the same balcony, and only a low bar separated the houses, so Bertie often promenaded33 up and down the whole length, and more than once had peeped under the half-drawn curtain at the gray-headed gentleman who always seemed to be too busy with his books to see his little neighbor.
Bertie had heard Professor Parpatharges Patterson called a very learned man, who could read seven languages, so he thought he would call and inquire if bird language was among the seven. He peeped first, and there was Mr. P. reading away with his big spectacles on, and some dreadfully wise old book held close to his nose. As he did not look up, Bertie tapped softly, but Mr. P. did not hear. Then this resolute32 young person pushed up the window, walked coolly in, and stood close to the student's side. But Mr. P. did not see him till the remarkable34 appearance of a small blue mitten35 right in the middle of Plato's Republic, caused the Professor to start and stare at it with such a funny expression of bewilderment that Bertie could not help laughing.
The blithe36 sound seemed to wake the man out of a dream, for, falling back in his chair, he sat blinking at the child like a surprised owl37.
"Please, sir, I knocked, but you didn't hear, so I came in," said Bertie, with an engaging smile, as he respectfully pulled off his cap and looked up at the big spectacles with bright, confiding25 eyes.
"What did you wish, boy?" asked the Professor, in a solemn, yet not ungentle, tone.
"I wanted to know if you would tell me how I could learn bird-talk."
"What?" and the man stared at the child harder than ever.
"Perhaps I'd better sit down and 'splain all about it," remarked Bertie, feeling that the subject was too important to be hastily discussed.
"Take a seat, boy;" and the Professor waved his hand vaguely38, as if he did not know much about any chair but his own old one, with the stuffing bursting out, and ink spots everywhere.
As all the chairs had books and papers piled up in them, Bertie, with great presence of mind, sat down upon an immense dictionary that lay near by, and with a hand on either knee, thus briefly39 explained himself:
"My mamma said that you were very wise, and could read seven langwitches, so I thought you would please tell me what Cocky Twitters says."
"Is Twitters a bird or a boy?" asked the Professor, as if bewildered by what seemed a very simple affair to innocent Bertie.
At this question, the boy burst forth40 into an eager recital41 of his acquaintance with the sparrows, giving a little bounce on the fat dictionary now and then when he got excited, while his rosy42 face shone with an eagerness that was irresistible43.
The Professor listened as if to a language which he had almost forgotten, while the ghost of a smile began to flicker44 over his lips, and peer out from behind his glasses, as if somewhere about him there was a heart that tried to welcome the little guest, who came tapping at the long-closed door.
When Bertie ended, out of breath, Mr. P. said, slowly, while he looked about as if to find something he had lost,—"I understand now, but I'm afraid I've forgotten all I ever knew about birds,—and boys too," he added, with an odd twinkle of the glasses.
"Couldn't you reccomember if you tried hard, sir?"
"I don't think I could."
Bertie gave a great sigh, and cast a reproachful glance upon the Professor, which said as plainly as words, "You must have been a very idle man to live among books till you are gray, and not know a simple thing like this."
I think Mr. P. understood that look, and felt ashamed of his sad ignorance; for he rose up and went walking about the room, poking45 into corners and peering up at the books that lined the walls, till he found a large volume, and brought it to Bertie, who still sat despondently46 upon the dictionary.
"Perhaps this will help us. It tells much about birds, and the tales are all true."
Bertie caught the book in his arms, laid it open on his knees, and with one delighted "Oh!" at the first peep, became entirely47 absorbed in the gay pictures. With an air of relief, the Professor retired48 to his chair, and sat watching him very much as he had watched Cocky Twitters. A pretty little picture he made; for a ray of sunshine crept in to shine on his bright head like a playmate come to find him; his downy brows were knit, and his rosy mouth pursed up at times with the mingled49 exertions50 of mind and body, for the book was both beautiful and heavy. His eyes feasted on the pages; and now and then he laughed out with delight, as he found a bird he knew, or gave a satisfied nod, and trotted51 his foot to express his satisfaction at some unusually splendid one. Once he tried to cross his tired legs, but they were too short, and the book went down with a bang that made him glance at his host in alarm.
But while he studied Audubon's birds, the Professor had studied mamma's boy, and found he could "reccomember" some of the traits belonging to that species of wild-fowl. As he looked, the smile had been playing hide-and-go-seek among his wrinkles, getting less ghostly every minute, and when the book fell, it came boldly out and sat upon his face so pleasantly, that Bertie ceased to be afraid.
"Put it on the table, boy," said Mr. P., beckoning52 with an inky finger.
Bertie lugged53 his treasure thither54, and leaning both elbows on it, began to brood again. It really did seem as if the Professor wanted to have a good "feel" of the boy as the boy did of Cocky, for presently the inky finger softly stroked the yellow head, then touched the round, red cheek, and put a little curl back behind the ear. Then the spectacles took a long look all over the little figure, from the striped stockings to the fur collar on the small coat, and something about it, a certain chubbiness55 of outline and softness of exterior56 perhaps, seemed to be so attractive, that, all of a sudden, two large hands hovered57 over Bertie, gently clutched him, and set him on the Professor's knee.
If Mr. P. felt any doubts as to how his guest would take this liberty, they were speedily set at rest, for Bertie only gave one wiggle to settle himself, and, turning a page, said affably,—
"Now, tell me all about 'em."
And Professor Parpatharges Patterson actually did tell him story after story out of that charming book, till the sound of a bell made the truant58 jump down in a great hurry, saying,—
"Mamma wants me, and I must go, but I'll come again soon, and may be, if we study hard, we shall learn bird-talk after all."
Mr. P. shook his head; but Bertie would not give up yet, and added encouragingly,—
"Mamma says people are never too old to learn, and papa says Latin makes all the other langwitches easy; I see lots of Latin books, and you read 'em, so I'm sure, if you listen to my sparrows, when I feed 'em, you can understand some of their talk."
"I'll try, and let you know how I get on," said Mr. P., laughing as if he didn't know how very well, but couldn't help making the attempt.
"I'm very much obliged to you, sir, and I shall be glad to pay you for your trouble. I've got two dollars in my tin bank, and I'll smash it, and get 'em out, if that will be enough," said Bertie, suddenly remembering to have heard that Mr. P. was not rich.
"No, boy, I don't want your pennies, you shall pay in some other way, if I succeed," answered the Professor, with a touched sort of look about the spectacles.
"I've had a very nice time. Good day, sir," and Bertie held out his hand, as he made his best bow.
"Good day, boy. Come again."
I think there must have been some magic about that blue mitten, or the warm little hand inside, for, as he held it quite buried up in his own big one, Mr. P. suddenly stooped down, and said, in a queer, bashful sort of tone,—
"Suppose you pay with kisses, if you have any to spare."
"I've got hundreds; I always keep 'em ready, because mamma needs so many," and Bertie held up his rosy mouth, as if this sort of coin best suited the treasury59 of a loving heart.
Considering that the Professor had not kissed any one for twenty years at least, he did it very well, and, when Bertie was gone, stood looking down at the corpulent old dictionary, as if he still saw a bright-eyed little figure sitting on it, and considered that a great improvement upon the dust that usually lay there.
TWITTER THE SECOND.
Mamma was right; for Cocky, finding himself well treated at his first visit, called again, and being feasted on sugar, fruit, and cake, and allowed to go when he liked, was entirely won. From that time he was the friend of the family, and called as regularly as the postman. He knew his own little door, and if it was shut he tapped with his bill till some one opened it, when he came bustling60 in, chirping61 a gay "How are you?" and waggling his ragged62 tail in the most friendly manner. Weather made no difference to him; in fact rainy days were his favorite times for calling. His little coat was waterproof63, he needed no umbrella, and often came hopping in, with snow-flakes on his back, as jolly as you please.
I don't know what Bertie would have done without this sociable64 little neighbor, for it was a stormy winter and he could not go out much; other children were at school; even mamma's inventive powers gave out sometimes, and toys grew tiresome65. But Cocky never did, and such games as the two had together it would have done your heart good to see, for the boy was so gentle that the bird soon grew very tame and learned to love and trust with the sweetest confidence. A jollier sparrow never hopped; and after a good lunch with Bertie, both drinking out of one mug, both pecking at the same apple, and sharing the same cake, Cocky was ready for play. He would hide somewhere and Bertie would hunt for him, guided now and then by a faint "Tweet" till the little gray bunch was found in some sly nook and came bouncing out with a whisk and a chirp28.
When Bertie sat at lessons, Cocky would roost on his shoulder, hop over the open page with his head on one side as if reading it, peer into the inkstand inquisitively66, or settle himself among the flowers that stood in the middle of the table, like a little teacher ready to hear the lessons when they were learned.
And sometimes when Bertie lay asleep, tired with books or play, Cocky would circle round him with soft flight, and perch5 on his pillow, waiting silently till his playmate woke, "like an angel guarding the dear in his sleep," as old nurse said, watching the pretty sight.
Professor Parpatharges Patterson was right also; for he apparently67 did try to understand "bird-talk," and did succeed; for a few days after Bertie's call a letter came flying in at the open pane just at twilight68, very much as if Cocky had brought it himself. It was written on robin's-egg-colored paper, and bore the title, "Life and Adventures of Cocky Twitters, Esq."
Mamma began to laugh as she glanced over it, and Bertie screamed with delight when a funny sketch69 appeared of an egg with a very small but brisk little bird hopping out of it without a feather on him. It was very funny, and when mamma read Cocky's thoughts and feelings on first beholding70 the world, it was so droll, and Bertie was so tickled71, that he rolled on the floor and kicked up his heels.
Mr. P. must have tried very hard to "reccomember" the accomplishments72 and gayety of his youth, for the sketch was so good and the first chapter of this bird-book so merry that mamma put it in a little portfolio73 and showed it to all her friends, for no one ever dreamed that the studious old Professor had it in him to do such a clever thing.
Bertie wanted to rush right in and thank him that very night, but mamma said he had better wait till morning and then play a little joke in return for the Professor's. So next day, when Mr. P. pulled up the curtain of his study window, there hung a lovely posy of flowers and a little card with "Bertie Norton's compliments and thanks" on it.
That pleased the old man; and all that day the roses filled his room with their sweet breath, mutely talking to him of a happy time when his little daughter used to put nosegays on his table, and dance about him like a blooming rose escaped from its stem. For years no one had thought to scatter74 flowers among the wise books out of which the poor man tried to gather forgetfulness, if not happiness. No one guessed that he had a lonely heart as well as a learned head, and no childish hand had clung to his till the blue mitten rested there, unconsciously leading him from his sad solitude75 to the sweet society of a little neighbor.
Bertie soon called again, and this time Mr. P. heard, saw, and welcomed him at once. A cushion lay on the fat dictionary, the bird-book was all ready, the eyes behind the big spectacles beamed with satisfaction as the boy climbed on his knee, and the inky hands held the chubby76 guest more eagerly and carefully than the most precious old book ever printed.
After that second call the new friendship flourished wonderfully, and the boy became to the Professor what Cocky was to Bertie, a merry, innocent visitor, whose pretty plays and pranks cheered the dull days, whose love and confidence warmed his heart, whose presence grew more and more precious since its unconscious power made sunshine for the lonely man.
Such good times as they had! Such nice chats and stories, such laughs at very small jokes, such plans for summer, such fun feeding the sparrows, who soon learned to come to both windows fearlessly, and such splendid chapters as were added to "C. Twitter's Life and Adventures," with designs that half killed mamma with laughing.
The people in the house were much amused with the change in the Professor, and for a time could not understand what was going on up in that once quiet room. For the sound of little feet trotting77 about was heard, also a cheery child's voice, and now and then a loud bang as if a pile of books had tumbled down, followed by shouts of merriment, for Mr. P. could laugh capitally, after a little practice.
Stout78 Mrs. Bouncer, the landlady79, went up one day to see what was going on, and was so surprised at the spectacle that met her eyes she could hardly believe her senses.
In the middle of the room was a house built of the precious books which the maid had been forbidden to touch, and in the middle of this barricade80 sat Bertie, reading "?sop's Fables81" aloud. The table which used to be filled with Greek and Hebrew volumes, learned treatises82, and intricate problems was now bestrewn with gay pictures, and Mr. P., with his spectacles pushed back, his cuffs83 turned up, and a towel tied round him, was busily pasting these brilliant designs into a scrap-book bound in parchment and ornamented84 with brass85 clasps.
The Professor evidently had made up his mind that the faded pages were much improved by the gay pictures, and sat smiling over his work as he saw a dead language blossom into flowers, and heard it sing from the throats of golden orioles and soaring larks86.
"Well, I never!" said Mrs. Bouncer to herself, and then added aloud, after a long stare, "Do you want any thing, sir?"
"Nothing, thank you, ma'am, unless you happen to have a couple of apples in the house. Good, big, red ones, if you please," answered Mr. P., so briskly that she couldn't help laughing, as she said,—
"I'll send 'em right up, sir, and a fresh jumble87 or so for the little boy."
"Thank you, ma'am, thank you. We fellows have been hard at it for an hour, and we are as hungry as bears; hey, Bertie?"
"I'm fond of jumbles," was the young student's suggestive reply, as he peeped over the walls with a nod and a smile.
"Bless my heart, what has come to the Professor!" thought Mrs. Bouncer, as she hastened away, while Mr. P. waved his paste brush and Bertie kissed his hand to her.
The neighbors said the same when they saw the two playmates walking out together, as they often did in fine weather. Five old ladies, who sat all day at their different windows watching their neighbors, were so astonished at the sudden appearance of the Professor, hand-in-hand with a yellow-haired little laddie, that they could hardly believe their spectacles. When they saw him drawing Bertie round the square on his sled Racer, they lifted their ten old hands in utter amazement88, and when they beheld89 him actually snowballing, and being snowballed by, that mite of a boy, they really thought the sky must be going to fall.
Mamma heartily90 enjoyed all this; for through her doctor she had learned much about Mr. P., and both admired and pitied him, and was very glad that Bertie had so wise and kind a playmate. She saw that they did each other good, and in many delicate ways helped the boy to serve, amuse and repay the man who made him so happy.
Cocky also approved of the new friend, and called occasionally to express his views on education. He was very affable, but never allowed Mr. P. to take the same liberties that Bertie did, and after a general survey, would light upon the bald pate91 of a plaster Homer, whence he watched the boys at play, with deep interest. Mr. P. was immensely flattered by Cocky's visits, and made his "Life" so interesting and droll, that Bertie really believed that the man and bird did it between them.
"I owe a great deal to Mr. Twitters, and I hope I shall discover a way to show my gratitude," said the Professor more than once, and he did, as you will see. It was a very happy winter, in spite of rain and snow, and as spring came on, the three friends had fine times in the park. Bertie fed his birds there now; and they, remembering how he had kept them alive through the bitter weather, seemed to love him more than ever. They flocked round him as soon as he appeared, chirping, fluttering, pecking, and hopping so fearlessly and gayly, that people often came to see the pretty sight, and "Bertie's birds" were one of the lions of the neighborhood.
Cocky was very busy and important about this time. His tail-feathers had grown again, he seemed to have put on a new drab waistcoat, and his head was so sleek92 that Bertie was sure he used pomade. When he called at the balcony, he often brought another sparrow with him,—a plump, downy bird, with a bright eye, a Quakerish dress, and very gentle manners.
"Mamma says Cocky is going to be married, and that pretty one is his little sweetheart. Won't it be nice? I wonder if he will ask us to the wedding, and where he will live!" said Bertie, standing93 still in the park, staring up at the nests stuck on the elm boughs94, now green with tender leaves and noisy with happy birds.
"I don't think he will ask us, and I very much fear that there won't be room in that brown nest for the old papa and the young folks also," answered Mr. P., staring as hard as Bertie did.
"Then we must ask the mayor to have a new house put up for Cocky. Don't you think he would if I wrote him a nice letter and showed him your book? He'd see what a brave good bird my Twitters is, and give him a nice house, I'm sure," said Bertie earnestly, for he would believe that Cocky had really done all the fine and funny things recounted in that remarkable book.
"Leave it to me, boy. I will see what can be done about a mansion95 for Cocky to begin housekeeping in;" and Mr. P. gave a knowing nod, as if he had a new idea.
So Bertie said no more, and, soon after this conversation, went to Plymouth, on a visit with mamma. May-day was coming, and Bertie wanted to hang baskets on the doors of young and old neighbors; chief among the latter his dear Mr. P.
Nowhere in New England do May-flowers grow so large and rosy, or bloom so early and so sweet as in Plymouth, and Bertie gathered a great hamper96 full of the best, made up in nosegays, garlands, and baskets. Then they came home, and all along the way people sniffed97 and peeped and smiled at the odorous load which the boy guarded so carefully and rejoiced over so much.
Very early next morning, Bertie and mamma set out to hang the May-baskets on a dozen doors. The five old ladies each had one, and were immensely pleased at being remembered; for Bertie had discovered that hearts can be young in spite of gray hair, and proposed doing this all himself. Then there was a sick lady who used to look out at the child as he played, with a sad, white face and wistful eyes; two pretty little girls came next, and had raptures98 in their night-gowns, when the baskets were brought up to them in bed.
Down in a back street was a lame99 boy who made hockey-sticks; a blind woman who knit the blue mittens100, and several children who never had a flower except the dusty dandelions in the park. One can easily imagine how happy these bits of spring made them, and how they welcomed the sweet things with their woody fragrance101 and rosy faces.
When the last was given, mamma proposed a little walk over the bridge, for it was a lovely day, and she seemed in no haste about breakfast.
Bertie was very hungry before they got back, and was quite ready to go in the back way, directly to the dining-room, where his bread and milk was waiting for him. Right in the middle of breakfast, Mary, the girl, gave mamma a card, on which was written two words: "All ready!"
Why mamma should laugh when she read it, and why Mary should say, in a whisper, "It's just lovely, ma'am," and then run out of the room giggling102, Bertie could not understand.
"Can't I know, mamma?" he asked, feeling sure that some joke or secret was afoot.
"Yes, dear, all in good time. Go now and see if Mr. Patterson has found the May-flowers you hung on his window."
Away went Bertie to the balcony, found the posy gone, and the room empty; so he turned about and was going back, when all of a sudden he saw something that nearly took his breath away with surprise and delight.
Now you must know that the house on the other side of Bertie's jutted103 out a little, and the niche104 thus made was covered with a woodbine that climbed up from the grass-plot below. All summer this vine rustled105 its green leaves above that end of the balcony; in the autumn it hung crimson106 streamers there, and through the winter the sparrows loved to cuddle down among the twisted stems, sunning their backs in the sheltered corner, and pressing their downy breasts against the warm bricks. Bertie used to hang great shells full of plants there, and called it his garden, but now something even more delightful107 and ornamental108 than ivy109 or flame-colored nasturtiums met his eye.
Up among the budding sprays stood a charming little house, with a wide piazza110 all round it; a white house, with cunning windows and a tiny porch, where the door stood hospitably111 open, with the owner's name painted on it.
When Bertie read "C. Twitters," he had to hold on to the railing, lest he should tumble over, so pleased was he with this delightful surprise. As if nothing was wanting to make it quite perfect, Cocky himself came flying up to say "Good morning;" and after a long survey of the new house went to examine it. He walked all round the piazza, sat upon the chimney to see if that was all right, popped his head into the porch, appeared to read the name on the door, and to understand all about it, for with one shrill112 chirp, he walked in and took possession at once.
Then Bertie danced for joy and called out, "Oh, mamma, come and see! He likes it; he's gone in, and I'm sure he means to live there!"
Mamma came, and so did Mr. P., both pretending to be much amazed at Cocky's daring to build a house so near without asking leave.
But Bertie was not deceived a bit, and hugged them both on the spot, with many thanks for this charming joke, while Cocky sat at his door and twittered, like a grateful, happy little bird, as he was.
That was only the beginning of it; for the interesting things that happened after this May-day were too many to tell. Cocky was married at once, and went to house-keeping in his new villa113. Mrs. Twitters evidently liked it extremely, and began to bring in her straw furniture and feather-beds, like a busy little house-wife. Papa Twitters came too; though they had a hard job to get him there, he was so lame with rheumatism114. But the vine helped the poor old dear; for after he had got safely across the street, he hopped up the woodbine, little by little, till he got to the porch, and there sat down to rest.
He did not stay long, however, for, like a wise bird, he felt that the young folks would do better alone, and after a nice visit, he returned to the brown nest in the park, where his children called every day and never forgot to take the old papa a crumb of comfort.
Cocky made an excellent husband, and often brought his wife to call on Bertie, who, when the warm days came, sat much in the balcony, always ready for a chat, a game, or a song. All the other birds were chirping gayly, so he joined the chorus; and his favorite was that merry ballad115 beginning,—
"A little cock-sparrow,
Sat up in a tree,
And whistled, and whistled,
And thus whistled he."
While Bertie and Cocky sang, mamma smiled over her work within, and a gray head often popped out of Mr. P.'s window, as if he loved to listen and to learn still more of the sweet, new language his little neighbors taught him.
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