THE SILVER LAKE STORIES. 719

But when for his breakfast this dear little bird
Came down every day, and his chirping was
heard,
With one arm round her sister, she limped from

her chair,
And stood at the window and fed the bird there.
But to-day as she fed her dear snow-bird so tame,
A rude boy who passed with his arrow took aim,
And shot Jeannie’s pet as it sat by her side,
And it fell at her feet in a moment and died.

And now tis no wonder, dear children, I say,
That poor little Jeannie is crying to-day ;

For I think it would make any one of us sad,
To see dead at our feet all the pet that we had.