I thought perhaps that pretty bird
Would listen to a little word,
And hold some sewing for his Miss—
The way I can; See, Dick—like this!”
holding up a piece of goods in her glistening beak.
“Oh, no,” laughed Mary Frances. “I fear Dick would never be able to understand such a useful use of his bill—he’s no tailor-bird!”
“Oh, no,—he’s no tailor-bird”
“Of course, it
Truly must be so—