So he disappeared inside his house, to return shortly with a doleful look upon his face.
“I’m afraid you won’t do,” he said to the young English sparrow.
“Ha!” cried the stranger impertinently. “It’s easy to see that your wife rules the house. And, since that’s the case, I’m very glad I’m not going to work for you.” He flew away then, with a jeering laugh which made Rusty Wren feel quite uncomfortable.
Now Mrs. Rusty had overheard the talk outside her door. And she had no intention of letting any rude, noisy English sparrow—even if he was a young one—come inside her house.
That was why she called to her husband. And she made the matter so plain that Rusty knew there was no use of trying to change her mind for her.
Things were growing worse and worse. The children were all cheeping for food, until Rusty Wren could hardly endure the noise.
And he, too, felt painfully hungry.