A True Story of a Canary.
It was the day after New Year's Day, and we had all gathered at Uncle Jim's house to have a tea-party. When I say we, I mean Ethel, and Mabel, and Godfrey, and myself. Of course, Ethel's mother was there, as well as her uncle and aunt, and altogether we had a lot of people.
Presently, Ida came.
Now Ida is Ethel's very dear friend, and she lives at the sea-side. She had to come in the train to get to our party.
Uncle Jim has two canaries, and they are such dear little things.
One is called Dicky and the other Fluffy.
Dicky is a beautiful singer and very proud; he is always preening his feathers to make himself look nice. Fluffy cannot sing at all. She sometimes tries to imitate Dicky, and all the sound she makes is a croak. Then she looks quite ashamed of herself.
These two little birds are so tame, they come out of their cages and fly about the room.