for their entertainment, "when you're able to fly, your dad'll take you out for an airing occasionally."
"Where did you get that nice white stuff?" asked the little bright-eyed sparrow.
Then the sparrow told all about Posy and Tom, and the parrot and the canary, and the house-cat and the barn-cat, and the good luck of the little gray kitten, and how they were trying to bring about a change of luck for little Nancy, and how the ugly rats were plotting to prevent it; and the little bright-eyed sparrow nestled affectionately against him, and listened to every word that he uttered with the greatest interest.
"How is Nancy getting on?" asked the sparrow as he ended his story.
"Poor child! I pity her with all my heart," said the bright-eyed sparrow. "She never gets anything to eat but she comes out and sprinkles some of the crumbs under the tree for us, and then she throws some
