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She called to him, "Sluggard, awake anon for shame, and in mine honor go write something." "'What, quoth I, shall I wuprise at morrow? For in this May few birdies heard I sing. 'They have more cause to weep and plain their sorrow, Thy air it is not wholesome or benign!" "Nevertheless rise," said May. And so the lazy poet rose and followed the lady into a lovely garden.
Mew!" too, just like kitties. Oh, I tell you cat-birds are queer things! and how they do love cherries when they are ripe! Eh? "That is very good crying, birdies," said Uncle Wiggily, "and I think I'll give you something to eat, to pay for it." So he took out from his valise some peanuts, that Percival, the circus dog, had given him, and Uncle Wiggily fed them to the cat-bird and her kittie-birds.
"That will do very well," said Mrs. Wren. So she put on her bonnet and shawl and took her market basket and off she flew to the store, while Uncle Wiggily stayed with the new birdies, and they snuggled down under his warm fur, and were as cozy as in their own mother's feathers. Well, Mrs.
The crow knocked down the wren's nest, and all the sticks and feathers of which it was made were scattered all about, and the eggs, with the little birdies inside, would have been all broken ker-smash, only that they happened to fall down on some soft moss. "Oh, dear!" cried Mrs. Wren, sorrowfully. "Now see what that crow has done! My home is broken up, and my birdies will be killed." "Caw! Caw!
Adhering to the inside of it were little, downy feathers and three or four larger feathers from a pigeon's wing. "I guess he rode mostly at night, at that," concluded Lee. "A great little fat man you must have looked, stranger, with six of those birdies in your shirt." Donley's face was a violet red. But a glance from Lee shut his mouth for him.
Let these ladies alone, they're friends of mine. Do you want me to call the cop?" The woman glanced toward the corner where a policeman was standing, twirling his club. She turned away, cursing horribly. The man laughed. "Dirty old hag isn't she?" said he. "Don't look so scared, birdies." He caught them each by an arm, stared woozily at Etta. "You're a good little looker, you are.
"Ay, we honor the Queen's meenisters; an' Miss Nightingale, wha nursed the soldiers i' the war; an' Leddy Burdett-Coutts, wha gies a' her siller an' a' her heart to puir folk an' is aye kind to horses and dogs an' singin' birdies; an' we gie the keys to heroes o' the war wha are brave an' faithfu'. An' noo, there's a wee bit beastie.
"Ae man thrashin', an' twa birdies pickin'!" she went on, quoting the old nursery nonsense. Then she stooped, and let down her veil. Florimel hated her, and therefore might know her. "It's the day o' the Lord wi' auld Sanny Grame!" she resumed to herself, as she lifted her head. "He's stickit nae mair, but a chosen trumpet at last! Foul fa' 'im for a wearifu' cratur for a' that!
When it was finished he went to the kitchen window, opened it, and carefully arranged several hot ham sandwiches in a row. "For the birdies," he explained. "For the cold little birdies out in the grounds." He even chirped invitingly to the "birdies," but these latter, throughout his visit, showed a coy reluctance to approach the house.
He's sportin' a spray of lilies of the valley in his lapel, and swingin' his silver topped stick, and by the look on his face you'd think he was hearin' the birdies sing in the treetops. "Tra-la-la, tra-la-lee!" says I, throwin' open the brass gate for him. "Is it a special holiday, or what?" "It's a very special one," says he, thumpin' me on the back and whisperin' husky in my ear.
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