Yet I should like you to remain with me, if you will." "No, no, Mrs.Bird, I mustn't stay; it wouldn't be right for me to remain here, idle and enjoying myself, and they so poor and unhappy at home.

I couldn't stay," said he, rising from the table,--"I must go." "Well, my dear, you can't go now.

Sit down and finish your breakfast, or you will have a head-ache." "I'm not hungry--I can't eat," he replied; "my appetite has all gone." And stealing away from the room, he went up into his chamber, threw himself on the bed, and wept bitterly.
Mrs.Bird was greatly distressed at the idea of losing her little favourite.

He had been so much with her that she had become strongly attached to him, and therefore looked forward to his departure with unfeigned regret.

But Charlie could not be persuaded to stay; and reluctantly Mrs.Bird made arrangements for his journey home.