“But I really cannot have this bird here.”
“Why, you see, he’s quiet with you.”
“But, if he is, I cannot be. I was trying to go to sleep; and I shall expect him to scream every moment.”
“Oh well, then, I must carry him off.”
“Don’t let him peck your arms more than you can help.”
“Of course I shan’t,” said she.
“He’s really a handsome bird.”
“Handsome is that handsome does,” said Phillis, pitying her arms.
“Perhaps if I go along with you, offering him something to eat, he may not fly at you.”