"Isn't it? But what if I am hungry?"
"Others are hungry, too," said the Canary.
"Well, let them look out for themselves. It is easy enough for you, the pets, cuddled in cages. We have to get our own food. You and the sparrows—how much do you need? A few grains and you are satisfied for the whole day."
III
SUMMER passed unnoticed. The sun seemed to grow colder, the day shorter. Rains began to fall. A cold wind blew. The Canary felt herself a most unfortunate bird, especially when it rained. But the Crow did not seem to mind it.
"What if it does rain? It will stop," said the Crow.
"But it is so cold, too cold, Aunty," said the Canary.
It was especially hard at night. The little wet Canary would shiver with cold and the Crow would scold at her.
"Oh, you baby! What will you do when the real frost comes and the snow falls?"
The Crow was puzzled. "What sort of bird is this that is afraid of rain, wind and cold?" And she began to doubt once more whether the Canary was a real bird, after all. "Surely she must be pretending."