I drove Chippy away from me, hoping he would return to his own family, where his education could be carried on according to their ideas.
He flew into a tree, ate the grasshopper which Jill fed to him, and then flew on the roof of the porch outside my window, where he sat calling me. Going to my room I opened the screen to let him in, but this startled him and he flew away.
The sun had gone down by this time and I supposed he had at last returned to the nest. As I sat at the supper table I heard him calling to me and went outside.
He was in a tree in a neighbor's yard, but when he saw me he at once flew down on my head, and it was comical to see him try to express his joy.
After that he spent his days among the trees, but at sunset always came to the house and slept in a box in my room.
Whenever he was hungry he would come to the window and call for food.
His favorite resting-place was on my shoulder or head and he seemed to be very fond of company.
One morning I saw Jack and Jill flying from tree to tree with him and that is the last I ever saw of any of them.