"He's good-hearted," said the canary.
"Yes, his heart's good enough," answered Mrs. Polly; "but you can't rely on him. There's no knowing what he'll take it into his head to do next."
Just then the sparrow looked in the direction of the dining-room window; and as Mrs. Polly caught his eye she beckoned to him. He returned the signal, but went on saying a few last words; and from his gallant manner and the coquettish air with which the wren listened to him, it was very evident he wouldn't have cared to have the little bright-eyed sparrow happen by just then.
"Hopeless!" said Mrs. Polly to herself, as he came flying towards her with a pleasant smile, evidently caused by his parting words with the wren; "little does he care who stole the ribbon if he can only have a good time!" and she received him rather crustily.
