A little boy in England, who had one as a pet, which he named Dicky, tells the following story about it:—
"I took it home with me, and got a cage for it. But Master Dicky was not satisfied with so little room, and got out, and took possession of the whole house. One morning I was awakened by his chirping, and, on looking around, I saw him on my pillow, to which he used to come every morning.
"We had at the same time a cat, with whom he soon became very good friends. They always drank milk out of the same saucer. One afternoon, a basin of milk being on the table, Master Dicky thought he would take a bath: so in he went, splashing the milk all over the table.
"Sometimes he would take it into his head to have a ride on the cat's back, to which she had no objection. At night he would sleep with the cat and kitten; and once when the servant came down in the morning, she said that she saw the cat with her paw around the bird, keeping him warm, though that seems almost too much to believe."
R. B.
THE EXPRESS PACKAGE.
A package came,
With Gold-Locks' name
Written in letters bold and free
Upon the cover:
She turned it over,
And cried, "Is it for me, for me?"
'Twas scarce a minute
Before within it
Her eyes had peeped with curious awe:
There, sweet as a rose,
And folded close
In tissue, what do you think she saw?
