The rush of wings came nearer, and the bird, whatever his name might be, alighted close beside Minnie, who ventured to peep over the edge of her pitcher, and beheld a curious, tall, awkward creature, such as she had never seen before in her life.
She coughed to attract his attention, and he turned toward her a bill as long as her own arm was once, and began to stalk about on legs longer, even, than his bill, and that looked like a pair of stilts.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
NARROW ESCAPES.
"It's a pleasant morning for a walk," Minnie ventured to say.
Her visitor answered with a croak so rough that she couldn't tell whether he agreed with her or not. But, taking a long step, the stork came nearer, and looked directly down into Minnie's prison, and upon the little, tired, mournful, frightened face.
"Pray, don't hurt me! I have lost my way, and fallen into this dreadful place."
"Why do you stay here, if it is not pleasant?"