| [MY BIRD.] |
| [CHAP. I.] |
| [CHAP. II.] |
| [MY DOG; OR THE ADVENTURES OF ROVER.] |
| [CHAP. III.] |
| [CHAP. IV.] |
MY BIRD.
CHAP. I.
“You have often promised, mamma, to give us the history of our pretty goldfinch; I wish you would indulge us, now that we are all together,” said Caroline Fitzallan one evening to her mother. “We have read all the books which papa brought us down; and you assured us that you would get your story ready by that time.”
“Do pray, mamma,” cried Charlotte and Henry, with looks of eager expectation.
“I would most willingly oblige you, my children,” said Mrs. Fitzallan; “but we must first know whether it is agreeable to your father; you should consider that while you are seeking your own gratification, you may unintentionally tire others. Subjects adapted to your comprehension and taste are of too trifling a nature to interest persons of a more mature age.”
Caroline cast her eyes down at this mild rebuke, and her ever-indulgent parent, perceiving her disappointment, said, with a fond smile—“Whatever amuses my children must interest me; so pray, my dear, begin your tale as soon as you please.”
A grateful kiss from each of his blooming infants was the reward of his kindness; and the little party drew nearer to the fire, with looks of pleasing impatience.
Caroline took out her netting; Charlotte busied herself in colouring pictures for her brother’s kite; and little Henry climbing on his father’s knee, rested his face on his bosom, and listened with silent attention, while Mrs. Fitzallan drew from her desk the following little manuscript, and immediately read to them
THE HISTORY OF MY BIRD,