But one morning when Jean came in there was no flood of song from the yellow throat. The tiny singer lay still on the bottom of his cage. Jean slipped in her hand in alarm and drew out her little pet.
"Mamma, mamma," she cried, "something's the matter with Goldie!"
The imp "I Forgot" laughed as he heard her, but Jean's mamma did not laugh. She knew about "I Forgot," and she laid her hand tenderly on Goldie's little body, all thin under the fluff of feathers.
Jean slipped her hand into the cage and drew out Goldie
"Goldie has starved to death, Jean," she said sadly. "Why didn't you feed him?"
"I f-forgot!" sobbed the little girl.