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Baby Pitcher's Trials / Little Pitcher Stories

Chapter 4 GOING TO HAVE A FUNERAL.

Word Count: 1542    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ursuit of hiding places, or their company dress and manners. They were evidently not prepared to receive visitors. But that did not make any difference to Bertie. He hung as many as he t

every way. Flora even talked to him with tears in her eyes, but it was of no use. H

aid Flora. "

fraid h

sadly at the

on't see how anybody is to help it. Who coul

n't," sa

hurry up, there won't be any break

off that it was hanging over the very edge of the flooring, and to a

ght squeeze. They might s

ow everything,"

verything,"

all we d

is thirsty

you

, I

ugh he opened his bill so wide when Flora pushed his he

. "Birds cannot breathe with thei

c

, d

ims

ey live in the water. That is their home. Birds liv

ky. I have see

y; but when night comes and they are

little

, de

to see

and by, when the leaves fall off and the birds

the ro

have an

one

s broken, and h

o b

s well die. I do believe he is th

the bird had not moved since she placed him upon it. He was now ly

leep," sa

shook h

er when he

does wa

ill! You do,

es

es. Cover him up warm;

emed to be breathing harder, until at last he lay quite still, and did not breathe at all. She took that as a good sign, because the eye that she could see was partially open; and she called to Bertie, who had gone to the barn for a box to keep the robin in till

r," he said, sadly. "He

that the robin would never wake again. He dropped the b

eat worms any more, she cried bitterly. It was too bad for it to go and die just as she was

had been looking forward to a tame bird in a pretty cage,

ome time," s

, at which Flora cri

him, and forge

a fu

es

pretty

es

ct of a funeral was consoling. I

bon round

you

ne

es

ll Charley a

, de

oo

h, and went skippi

n go because you have a black face. Always wear black to funerals. I will, and Bertie will,-round our hats. You mustn't laugh. Good folks don't laugh at funerals, and I don't. Only bad. There's a worm. Want to look? That is the robin's breakfast

ley and Amy at the corner when schoo

o have a

said C

, Charle

he

ow

quired Amy,

ointing to

t our

es

be. Nobod

funeral without

is anybo

e

ho

ay. Going to have a f

" laughe

t!" said Amy. "I have not stren

she declined the offer. After leaning agains

at the dear chil

least idea,"

s Bertie so

ke that o

Bertie do

he box,"

at

e robin withou

O

You ought to

n did Mr. R. sh

owhere, only

O

st form a line and march. Me and Dinah wi

shall be ch

, t

l be the

el

e birdy in, Amy brought a handful of hay and made a soft nest. She could not bear to see it lying on the bottom of the hard box. Bertie nailed the cover

arrow was brought out to head the procession. Flora and Dinah followed as chief mourners, while Amy and Charley walked in single file to make the procession as long

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