With these thoughts passing through his little brain the sparrow sped on till he came in sight of the house where Posy and Tom lived. He flew straight to the dining-*room window, and found Mrs. Polly and the canary delighted to see him back.
"Don't begin your story till the barn-cat and the house-cat are here," said Mrs. Polly; "they'll be very anxious to hear it;" and Polly gave a shrill whistle in imitation of the noise boys make when they whistle through two of their fingers. It was repeated several times, until Mrs. Winton called from her chamber window,—
"Don't make such a frightful noise, Polly; you'll drive me crazy."
Soon the barn-cat appeared hurrying along, and the house-cat followed more slowly, for she considered a graceful and dignified carriage of the utmost importance.
"How are you, my dear creature?" said the sparrow to the barn-cat; "I knew you'd
