"He is; he wouldn't hurt a fly—that is, pull off its legs and then its head and torment it, as wicked youngsters do."
"I love to see him in the garden," said Jenny; "somehow I feel safer when he is near. He is so big compared with you, Richard, and so kind. He comes gently towards our nest, and looks down on me with his interesting, dark grey eyes; then he gets down on his knees, and stretching out his forefinger he lightly strokes my head and wings, saying as he does so—'Don't be frightened, birdie, I won't hurt you.' I was scared at first, and jumped out and flew away; but I don't do that now."
"Yes, we know our friends," chimed in Richard, "and Master George is one of them."
The two birds went on speaking to each other this way in praise of the kindly boy, and then the mother-bird said—
"Sing me another song, Richard; I never tire of hearing your voice. Sing out, dear, with all your might, and make every one happy far and near."
Richard was about to open his beak and fill the air with melody, when his quick eye detected something among the grass. He uttered a sharp note of warning, and the mother sparrow shrank close into the nest.
"The snake is coming," shouted Richard. But Jenny did not move, she only kept flat and shuddered.
"Come from the nest, and we will mislead the reptile," cried Richard.
Then both birds flew around and at and over the snake, doing their utmost to bewilder it; but it was no use—the cunning creature glided on—it knew its helpless prey was near; and the poor parents were frantic, as it raised its head and looked around.
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