"No. Come to the door; you can hear him just as plain!"
And, sure enough, on the highest top of the great button-ball tree opposite the house sat the little blue angel singing with all his might—a living sapphire dropped down from the walls of the beautiful city above. A most sanguine and imprudent bluebird certainly he must have been, though the day was so lovely and the great icicles on the eaves of the house were actually commencing to drip. But there undoubtedly he was—herald and harbinger of good days to come.
"It is an omen," said the doctor, as he put his arms fondly round his wife. "The Lord liveth, and blessed be our rock!"
And the boys and Dolly ran out, shouting wildly,
"There's been a bluebird. Spring is coming—spring is coming!"
[CHAPTER XI.]
DOLLY AND NABBY INVITED OUT.
