black eyes, and feet that looked as if they might have corns
on them. They dressed alike, too, in lovely green coats and
hoods edged with red. Their woiges were not at all sweet, but
they loved to sing, and never seemed to mind if people did
laugh.

They lived in a cigar store, where they were often spoken
to and given pieces of candy or sugar.

They liked to be talked to and admired, but if anybody tried to touch
them they would scratch or bite.

This seems very naughty, but Polly and Patty were not little giris, but
parrots.

Mr. Peters, the man who kept the store, bought them of a sailor. They
could only speak Spanish then, but they soon learned English. As they were
very tame he did not keep them ina cage, but let them perch on a pair of
large deer-horns near the front of the store. They never tried to get away,
but would say, ‘‘How do you do? Glad to see you!” when any one came in,
and ‘‘Good-by! come again,” when they went.

One day Mrs. Peters, who was a very prim old lady, thought she would
take Patty home with her, as she was often very lonesome. But Patty missed
Polly so much that she would not talk at all, She moped on her perch all
day, with her feathers ruffled up.