but a little farther off I saw some bigger ones, and I'll be shot if they don't belong to Graywhisker. Then I found the nasturtium vine broken in several places, and it is evident the old fellow got up that way. I sleep pretty sound when my head's under my wing, and he might carry off the whole nest without waking me."
"You've done well," said Mrs. Polly, with an approving smile, "very well for an inexperienced hand. Now I'll give you my opinion;" and she looked so wise, and was evidently so perfectly satisfied with her own shrewdness, that the young sparrow felt greatly flattered to be praised by so distinguished a person.
"You are right in concluding that Graywhisker was there," said Mrs. Polly, "but you're wrong in thinking he climbed up the nasturtium vine."
"You don't think he did, then?" asked the sparrow.
