Well, these little birds were in a safe enough place, for the boys who came to visit Alice were little gentlemen; and as Alice lay there listening to them her thoughts began to wander. She thought she was a bird and that Susy was another, and that they were both standing on the chimney of Mrs. Thompson’s house. She was showing Uncle Dick’s money to Susy, holding it in her beak, when suddenly, a big black cat came creeping stealthily up the chimney and made a spring toward her ten-dollar bill. She woke with a scream, and found that morning had fairly come.
She sprang out of her bed, and was soon dressed. When she went down to the parlor, she found her mamma writing a letter.
“Oh, mamma,” she exclaimed, “did you see what Uncle Dick left for me?”
“Yes,” said Mrs. Grey; “was he not kind? He put it under your pillow himself.”
“He is just the best uncle that ever lived,” said Alice, “and I am going to write and tell him so; but, oh, dear me, I forgot, I don’t know where he is.”
The summer passed away at last. Alice and Susy kept up their fair until Mrs. Thompson grew perfectly well. In fact she said she had
