“Cheer up!” gurgled again the sweet bird voice.
Mary Frances was certain this time that it was not Dick.
Maybe it was a bird outside!
She looked out of the sewing-room window. No, not a single feather was in sight. All the birds were doubtless in their little nests, or hiding close in the barn to keep themselves warm in such a rain.
“Dick!” said Mary Frances, “Dick, did you speak?”
Dick only ducked his head again for a seed, and snapped off the shell with his strong little bill.
“Peep! Peep! Peep!” sang a bird’s voice, as though inviting Mary Frances to a game.
“I’ll play ‘Hide and Seek,’” thought the little girl.
“Dick, did you speak?”