You're not a nice bird to-night at all.

Take him away, Margaret." "Jane! Jane!" screamed Polly, as the maid lifted up the cage again.
"Make haste, Jane! cat's in the larder!" "Oh, you bad Polly," said Aunt Emma, "you're always telling tales.
Jane's my cook, Milly, and Polly doesn't like cats, so you see he tries to make Jane believe that our old cat steals the meat out of the larder.
Good-bye, Polly, good-bye.

You're an ill-natured old bird, but I'm very fond of you all the same." "Do get us a parrot, mother!" said Olly, jumping about round his mother, when Polly was gone.
"How many more things will you want before you get home, Olly, do you think ?" asked his mother, kissing him.

"Perhaps you'll want to take home a few mountains, and two or three little rivers, and a bog or two, and a few sheep--eh, young man ?" By this time dinner was ready, and there was the dinner-bell ringing.

Up ran the children to Aunt Emma's room to get their hands washed and their hair brushed, and presently there were two tidy little folks sitting on either side of Aunt Emma's chair, and thinking to themselves that they had never felt quite so hungry before.