“Willie, when I was feeding the birds just now, a little brown bird flew away with a crumb in its bill.”“Where did it go, Rose?”“I don’t know; away off, somewhere.”“I can guess where, Rose. Don’t you know the nest we saw some days ago?What do you think is in it now?”“0 Willie, I know! Some little brown birds. Let us go and see them.”“All right; but we must not go too near. There!I just saw the old bird fly out of the bush. Stand here, Rose. Can you see?”“Why, Willie, what ugly little things! What big mouths they have, and no feathers!”“Keep still, Rose. Here comes the old bird with a worm in her bill. How hard she must work to feed them all!”
