And the little thing did it with all the fervor of its first notes in the English sky.

In her cottage window it sang to her hour by hour at her labor, with a voice never heard before on that wild continent.

The strange birds of the land came circling around in their gorgeous plumage to hear it.

Even four-footed animals, of grim countenance, paused to hear it.

Then, one by one, came other listeners.