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Dear-ie me! and there on the sunny side of a branch perched a lonesome bit of yellowish down. I went up to see what it was, and found dear little Thistle Goldfinch! He was very glad to see me, and soon told his short story. Through the summer Papa and Mamma Goldfinch and all the brothers and sisters had a fine time, singing together, fluttering over thistletops, or floating through the balmy air.
"Why, you don't mean " "Indeed I do mean it, every single word. Yesterday I was flitting about among the trees, pecking at a dead branch here, and a bit of moss there, and before I knew it I found myself away over at the other side of the woods! 'Chickadee-dee-dee, chickadee-dee-dee! I sang, as I turned my bill toward home. Just then I heard the saddest little voice pipe out: 'Dear-ie me!
Thea turned presently toward the piano and began softly to waken an old air: "Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonnie dear-ie." Archie sat down and shaded his eyes with his hand. She turned her head and spoke to him over her shoulder. "Come on, you know the words better than I. That's right."
Drowsily Hattie Krakow turned on her pillow, but her senses were too weary to follow her mind's dictate. "Sara! 'Smatter, Sara? 'Smat-ter?" Hattie's tired hand crept toward her friend; but her volition would not carry it across and it fell inert across the coverlet. "'Smatter, dearie?" "N-nothin'." "'Smat-ter, dear-ie?" "N-nothin'."
"We'll gae down by Clouden's side, Through the hazels spreading wide, O'er the waves that sweetly glide, To the moon sae clearly. Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear, Thou'rt to love and Heav'n sae dear, Nocht of ill may come thee near, My bonnie dear-ie!" "We can get on without Landry. Let's try it again, I have all the words now.
Don't wait until to-morrow; who'll go and find Thistle?" "I will," chirped Robin Rusty-breast, and off he flew to the place which Mrs. Chickadee had told of, at the other side of the wood. There, sure enough, he found Thistle Goldfinch sighing: "Dear-ie me! dear-ie me! The winter is so cold and I'm here all alone!" "Cheerup, chee-chee!" piped the Robin: "Cheerup, cheerup, I'm here!
Drowsily Hattie Krakow turned on her pillow, but her senses were too weary to follow her mind's dictate. "Sara! 'Smatter, Sara? 'Smat-ter?" Hattie's tired hand crept toward her friend; but her volition would not carry it across and it fell inert across the coverlet. "'Smatter, dearie?" "N-nothing." "'Smat-ter, dear-ie?" "N-nothing."
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