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all cold, and hungry, and frightened.
He had not been able to get far, and
seemed quite glad to see her again, and
to be nursed and fed, and put into the
cage which grandfather had sent them.

Its little master was in a great
state of excitement—so glad to have
dickie back, and so afraid that he
would not be happy shut up in, what
seemed to him, a prison.

But May comforted him, and said,

‘The dear little bird will be safer
in his own house, Johnny.’

‘Yes, said Johnny; ‘but me
wouldn’t like to be in there. Do
good boys ever be put in prison,
May ?

‘Not now; at least, not in Eng-