“Fine!” he exclaimed. “It’s very hard for sparrows to get fresh fruit this weather.”
“Then I have a small bit of hard boiled egg left from breakfast,” I said.
“Egg!” he almost screamed, “and they at a dollar a dozen.”
I was slightly surprised that he mentioned the price of eggs. However, I went on, “The Martins always have the best of food, even if they have to save on clothes. Don’t you see how shabby Mrs. Martin and our Mary look?”
“The flowers in Mrs. Martin’s hat are pretty,” said the sparrow, “but they look as if
they had been rained on. Now what comes after the egg?”
I was just a little put out at this question, and I said, “A nice drink of cold water.”
“Of course I can always get that outside,” he said.
“When everything is frozen?”
“There’s always Lake Ontario,” he said, “that doesn’t freeze over.”