"English, dear, a beautiful language when well spoken and especially when well sung."
"And what language do we speak, Richard?"
Sloping his head a little to the side, Richard thought for a moment and then replied with a funny twinkle in his eye—
"Our language is Song-Sparrowish."
"Dear me," said Jenny, "it must be greater than English, when it needs such a big word. But Master George understands it, doesn't he?"
"He does indeed, he does, because he is well acquainted with us. I overheard him say the other day that he understood our ways well, and that our musical language and gratitude were to him a great delight."
"Here he comes," exclaimed Jenny. "See, he opens the garden-gate. I do love to see his winsome, cheerful face."
"And he is both brave and kind," answered Richard, clearing his throat and preparing to deliver an eloquent speech in Song-Sparrowish.
"Now raise your song of gratitude, dear, and sing your very best."
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