The Daisy.
of the bird was put in a beautiful red paper box;—he was to be buried royally, the poor bird ! bird! While he lived and sang, they forgot him, let him sit in a cage and suffer want; now they showed him great honor and lamented him.
But the bit of turf with the Daisy was thrown out into the dust of the highway; no one thought of her, who, however, had felt most for the little bird, and had wished so much to comfort him.
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