. Stories for the household . omeward ; she was nearly sinkingpowerless to the earth ; the flock of pursuing birds increased, and some*;ven tried to peck at her. Look at her ! look at her ! they all cried. Look at her ! look at her ! cried the young ones, when the Mother-Sparrow approached the nest. That must be a young peacock. Heglitters with all colours. It quite hurts ones eyes, as mother told ! thats the beautiful! And now they pecked at the bird with their little beaks, so that shecould not possibly get into the nest; she was so much exhausted that shecould not even say Piep ! mu
. Stories for the household . omeward ; she was nearly sinkingpowerless to the earth ; the flock of pursuing birds increased, and some*;ven tried to peck at her. Look at her ! look at her ! they all cried. Look at her ! look at her ! cried the young ones, when the Mother-Sparrow approached the nest. That must be a young peacock. Heglitters with all colours. It quite hurts ones eyes, as mother told ! thats the beautiful! And now they pecked at the bird with their little beaks, so that shecould not possibly get into the nest; she was so much exhausted that shecould not even say Piep ! much less I am your mother ! The other birds also fell upon the Sparrow, and plucked off featherafter feather till she fell bleeding into the rose bush. The Neighbouring Families. 353 • You poor creature ! said all the Eoses : be quiet, and we will hideyou. Lean your head against us. The Sparrow spread out her wings once more, then drew them tightto her body, and lay dead by the neighbouring family, the beautiful THE PAI5TER SKETCHING THE EOSE BUSH. ( Piep ! sounded from the nest. Where can our mother be ? Itsquite inexplicable. It cannot be a trick of hers, and mean that wereto shift for ourselves : she has left us the house as an inheritance, butto which of us shall it belong when we have families of our own ? Yes, it wont do for you to stay with me when I enlarge my estab-lishment with a wife and children, observed the smallest. I shall have more wives and children than you ! cried the second. But I am the eldest! said the third. Now they all became excited. They struck out with their wings, AA 334 Stories for the Household. hacked with their beaks, and flump ! one after another was thrust outof the nest. There they lay with their anger, holding their heads onone side, and blinking with the eye that looked upwards. That wastheir way to look so stupid. They could fly a little; by practice they improved, and at last theyfixed upon a sigu by which they should know
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