290 Father's Plan.

 

and might hop out at the door, if he
were not looked after.

In fact, he wanted a cage, and
there was no cage for him in the
house, nor any money to buy one.

Mother said: ‘We must wait till
father comes home, and see what
he'll say.’ But when he did come,
he was as puzzled, at first, as the
rest of them.

‘I’ve got it, he cried at last, as
he came back from the cupboard
where the mother kept her things
with that same sieve in his hand that
had once served May for a drum.
Here, we'll make the little fellow as
comfortable as we can—poor little
motherless thing that he is. So,