“O no,” said Lucy; “a grasshopper would not be good to eat, he has got so many elbows sticking out. Let us give him some blueberries.”
“O yes,” said Rollo, “that would be beautiful.”
So he slid down off of Old Trumpeter’s back, and ran to the side of the road to see if he could not find some blueberries.
He brought a few in his hand, and his father took them, saying that he would feed the bird for him. He squeezed out pulp of the berries, and then made a chirping sound, when the bird opened his mouth, and he fed him with the soft pulp, and threw away the skins. After giving the bird two or three berries in this way, they put him back into the nest, and gave the nest to Lucy to hold in her lap, and all the party prepared to go on.
They rode along about a mile farther, and then came to the place where they must leave the horses, and prepare to ascend the mountain on foot. They unharnessed them, so that they might stand more quietly, and then fastened them to trees by the side of the road.
While they were thus taking care of their horses, Rollo and Lucy were standing by, with Rollo’s mother looking at the bird.
“What are you going to do with him, Rollo?” said his mother.
“Why, I should like to carry him home, and keep him, if you are willing.”
“I am, on one condition.”
“What is that?”