130 4 Tirea Boy.

 

© So the little girl looked down, too;
and soon she saw something moving
again behind the tree. At first, she
thought that it looked like a cat;
but soon she saw that it was not so
big, that it had a pointed head.
Then she knew that this creature was
a weasel; and she remembered that
weasels cat birds’ eggs and young
birds. What could she do? She
did not wonder now at the poor
parent bird’s distress; for she knew
that if she went away the dread-
ful weasel would get its poor little
ones.

‘F ortunately, at that very moment,
good-natured Thomas, the gardener,
came out of a hot-house near, and