"Picking strawberries."
"Where are you going, Fanny?"
"Upstairs."
"Do they let you go all over the house?"
"Miss Flint said I might go up and bring down the birds."
"What birds?"
"Her birds. I am going to hang them in the sun, and they'll sing beautifully."
She went, and soon returned with a cage containing the little monias sent by Willie from Calcutta.
"There Kitty," cried Belle; "those are the birds that wake us so early every morning."
"Very likely," said Kitty; "bring them here. Goodness! what little creatures they are!—do look at them, Mr. Bruce—they are sweetly pretty."