“‘Where did you come from?’ asked the prince.
“‘To whom do you belong?’
“‘To a Portuguese.’
“‘What do you do for a living?’
“‘I look after chickens.’
“The prince laughingly exclaimed, ‘You look after chickens!’
“‘Yes, I do; and I know well enough how to do it,’ clucking at the same time like a hen calling her brood.
“Prince Maurice, as well as the rest of the gentlemen, were delighted with the intelligence of the bird, and after keeping him at his residence as long as possible, the governor gave him a prize for being the most sagacious parrot in the kingdom.”
When Mr. Lee returned from the city, he found Poll as bright and cheerful as a lark. He brought with him a young man in his employ, called Theodore, to whom Minnie exhibited all her pets, and who staid till after tea, and then Mr. Lee read a few stories to Minnie, with one of which I must close my story of Minnie’s pet parrot.