And the king said to the queen, "What shall we do for this little lark who has sung so sweet a song to us?"
And the queen said to the king, "I think we must have some May-day games for the little lark, and invite robin redbreast to sing with him."
So the gay robin redbreast came and sang with the lark.
And the king and the queen and all the fine lords and ladies danced and made merry while the little birds sang.
And after that the lark flew away home to his own green meadow, where the old gray pussy-cat still lived among the tall reeds.
[1] Permission of American Book Company.
SAVED BY A LARK[1]
Little Helen was four years old. She lived in the country in a white house with green window blinds. The house stood in a large yard, and had pretty flowers in front of it and a row of big maple-trees on each side.
Behind the house was an orchard, where the birds liked to build their nests and sing their sweet songs. Helen had a swing between two large apple-trees which stood a little way from the back door. She could swing ever so high, and could almost touch the green apples on one of the branches.