So she slowly flew over to her house; and her baby, who
was in a little nest against the wall, was very glad to see her.
In the morning, two of the birds came to the house to see how little
Tweet was, and found her lying on the floor, dead. The little
baby-bird was looking out of its nest, wondering what it all meant.
How sorry those two birds were when they found that their good little
friend Tweet was really dead!
"Poor Tweet!" said one of them, "She was the gentlest and best of us
all. And that poor little dear in the nest there, what will become of
it?"
"Become of it!" replied the other bird, who was sitting by poor Tweet,
"Become of it! Why, it shall never want for anything. I shall take it
for my own, and I will be a kind mother to it, for the sake of poor
little Tweet."
Now, do you not think that there were good, kind birds in that big
cage? But what do you think of the boy?
[Illustration: "I WILL BE A KIND MOTHER TO IT, FOR THE SAKE OF POOR
LITTLE TWEET."]
[Illustration]
JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT.
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