"Forgot! Poor Goldie!" Jean's mamma stroked the golden feathers. "It's too bad, Jean, that you couldn't remember to do that one small thing for Goldie when he did so much for you, with his songs and his cheer."
Jean's tears fell fast. Her mamma looked thoughtfully at the bird. "We can do nothing more for Goldie," she said at last, "but I have thought of a way you can help other birds for his sake, Jean."
Jean wiped her eyes. "How?" she asked.
Jean felt happier when her mamma had explained the way to her.
And if you should pass Jean's house some morning before breakfast, you could see the way for yourself. For every day Jean scatters crumbs and grain on the lawn for the birds and puts fresh water in their drinking bowl.
"For Goldie's sake," she whispers to herself, as the birds fly down for their breakfast.
As for the naughty imp "I Forgot," he is fast turning into the lovely fairy "I Remember."