"Ah, papa, but there are no dickies here—I mean, hardly any," she answered. "We looked so for the birdies all, all the time; but only two came, and went away again directly."
"We must go out and see the reason of that," said papa, smiling,—"you and I, Rosy, directly after breakfast. We must go and tell the dear birds that Rosy has come."
A WALK AND A DRIVE.
OSY made such haste to finish her bread and milk, that she was ready to go out before any one else had done breakfast. But her papa was not long before he was ready too, and she was soon tripping along by his side.
They went only a little way up the road, and then they came to a field, on one side of which were some high bushes. Rosy knew where to look for birds, and peeped very anxiously amidst the boughs till she saw something hopping. Then she pulled her papa's hand, and let him know that she wanted him to stoop down and look too.
He looked, and then whispered,—