"A purse," answered Maggie.
"Wrong," said auntie. "Try again."
"A bracelet."
"Wrong again," said auntie. "I will tell you.
"Just as Auntie Jessie and I were coming past the orchard we spied a black-looking object in the path before us. As we got nearer to it we found it was a tiny young blackbird. It had flown down from its nest in the tree, and now it was too afraid to move.
"I took it in my hand, and how its little heart did beat! It was very much afraid. Then I went into the orchard, and put it in a place of safety, and it fluttered away.
"We had not gone very far along the road again when Auntie Jessie gave a squeal and jumped back.
"Just then down dropped a young thrush from another tree. But just as I was going to pick it up it flew across the road. So I left it there, as it was quite able to take care of itself.