Father Thrift sat on a log to listen to that orchestra of a thousand throats trilling from the tree tops.
And Shaggy Bear came out from the cave and sat down beside him.
“A pretty world it would be without the birds!” said Father Thrift.
“How dull it would be without their colors! The rainbow cannot match them.
“How cheerless it would be without their song! Man cannot equal it.”
And you may be sure that Father Thrift and Shaggy Bear did not forget the birds in their prayers that night.
