"Well, I like to be neighborly," returned the pretty bird; "and as long as cruel men enter our forest no mother can tell how soon her own little ones will be orphaned and left helpless."
"That is true," said the policeman, nodding gravely.
So Mrs. Redbreast flew away and now Chubbins looked curiously into the nest, where several fluffy heads were eagerly lifted with their bills as wide open as they could possibly stretch.
"They must be just awful hungry, Twink," said the boy.
"Oh, they're always like that," observed Policeman Bluejay, calmly. "When anyone is around they open their mouths to be fed, whether they are hungry or not. It's the way with birdlets."
"What shall we feed them?" asked Twinkle.
"Oh, anything at all; they are not particular," said the bluejay, and then he flew away and left the child-larks to their new and interesting task.
"I'll be the father, and you be the mother," said Chubbins.
"All right," answered Twinkle.
"Peep! peep! peep!" said the tiny goldfinches.