How Agnes Liked being a Bird. 189

 

“Why, you were in the laboratory with me yes-
terday!” said Willie.

“Yes, but you wouldn’t have me in the evening,
when you used to let me be with you always.
What are you doing down amongst ‘the trees
always now?”

“If you will have patience and not go near
them all day, I will show you in the even-
ing.”

Agnes promised ; and Willie gave the whole day
to getting things on a bit. Amongst other things
he wove such a network along the bough of the
Scotch fir, that it was quite safe for Agnes to walk
on it down to the great red bole of the tree. There
he was content to make a pause for the present,
constructing first, however, a little chair of bough
and branch and rope and twig in which she could
safely sit.

Just as he had finished the chair, he heard her
voice calling, ina tone that grew more and more
pitiful.

“ Willie !—Willie !—Willie !—Willie!”

He got down and ran to find her. She was at
the window of his room, where she had gone to
wait till he called her, but her patience had at last
given way.

“T’m so tired, Willie! Mayn’t I come yet?”

“ Wait just one moment more,” said Willie, and
ran to the house for his mother’s shawl.