At the same time, she never laid her hand suddenly on any animal.
She held out her fingers and talked gently, so that if it wished to come to her it could.

She looked at the parrot as if she loved it, and the queer little thing walked right up and nestled its head against the lace in the front of her dress.

"Pretty lady," she said, in a cracked whisper, "give Bella a kiss." The boys were so pleased with this and set up such a shout, that their mother came into the room and said they had better take the parrot out to the stable.

Bella seem to enjoy the fun.

"Come on, boys," she screamed, as Henry Smith lifted her on his finger.