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would. And all the time Fluffy kept on singing, as if to
say:

“Yes, Kitty, you look out for me, I ’ll look out for you,
and we ‘Il get on finely ; so we will.

“This is a nice house, Kitty,’ his song seemed to say,
when, after a while, he and the little girl were left alone
together ; “a very nice house. Pleasant window too, sunny
and fine ; pretty curtains, white as clouds, and thin as mist.
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kit—tee-e-c! I like the way
the wind lifts them. Don’t you? Don’t you? Every
one ’s so good to you, Kitty—Mama, Papa, Uncle Will,
and all. Soon you can go out and play. Hey, Kitty ?
Eh—Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kit, Kit —tee-c-c-e-c!”

It all sounded so plain to Kitty, that, somehow, there
was nothing strange in it. Why should n’t dear. little
Fluffy say just such things to her when really her own
heart was saying the same to him? She felt this all the
while as she leaned back in the big easy-chair. It was a
kind of duet between herself and Fluffy, growing softer and
sweeter, sweeter and softer, every minute. Then when’he
happened to give an extra loud note of joy, she would
rouse herself with a start and revel again in the delight
of having a dear little canary-bird like Fluffy to love and
care for.

The little fellow did not miss the bird-colony at Mr.
Carr’s, in the least. His new cage was large and pretty,
and Kitty, who kept it in perfect order “all herself’ was
only too happy to attend to his every need. Even after
she became able to go out and sit in the sunshine, she

often would look up at the house and wave her hand
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