be there;" and off he flew and perched himself on one of the topmost boughs of the great elm that hung over the gate.
"Good-natured fellow," said Mrs. Polly to herself, as she watched his graceful motions, "but I don't believe he'll ever amount to anything."
The sparrow sat balancing himself on the bough of the great elm until he saw Major appear and until Michael had unharnessed him and led him into his stall. Then he flew in through the little window above the stall, and lighted on the edge of the manger close to Major's face.
"We've chosen a good time," whispered Major, "while Michael is getting my supper and spreading down my bedding for the night; the rats keep out of the way while he is around. Come a little bit nearer, if you please, so that I can whisper in your ear."
The little sparrow came as near as he
