No Wonder He Asked “Why?”
Edward had just returned from foreign service, and his brow was troubled.
“I gave you that parrot as a birthday present, did I not, Amelia?” he asked.
“Yes; but surely, Teddy, you are not going to speak of your tokens as if——”
“It was young and speechless at the time.”
“Yes”—with increasing wonder—“and it has never been out of this parlor.”
“There are no other young ladies in this house?”
“No; there are not.”
“Then why—why, when I k-kissed your photograph in yonder album, while waiting for you, did that wretched bird imitate your voice and say: ‘Don’t do that, Herbert, please don’t!’”