This reproof only excited the bird the more, and in a loud, angry tone, she went on,—
“Keep, still, Poll! don’t meddle! don’t meddle! Ah, Poll, what are you about? Take care; I see you!”
Mr. Lee watched his daughter anxiously, to see whether she would recover her temper, and was pleased to observe that she presently advanced to the cage, when she held out her finger to say “Good night” to her pet, as usual.
“Good night; say your prayers,” repeated the bird, holding out her claw.
She then gave her parents their good-night kiss, and snatching Tiney in her arms, went gayly from the room.
CHAPTER III.
POLL’S FUNNY TRICKS.
In summer, Poll lived mostly out of doors, hung in a cage at the top of the piazza. Here she seemed very much amused at the various operations she witnessed.
In the morning, she was placed in front of the house on account of the shade; but after dinner, the cage was carried round to a porch, where the shed and barn were in full view.