TROUBLE IN THE HONEYSUCKLES. 181 



pect of things he began to woo back his mate, 

 and after a while she came out on the window 

 sill in amiable mood, and great love-making 

 went on. Evening closed on restored peace 

 and harmony in the little household. 



The next morning the little hero was able 

 to hop upon the greenhouse roof for crumbs, 

 standing up pertly on his single leg, though his 

 movement was a queer one-sided sort of jerk, 

 which gave him a most comical air. Now his 

 spouse accompanied him to the ground and the 

 pear-tree, as do all decorous sparrow wives, and 

 before noon both devoted themselves to the 

 charming task of teaching the little ones to fly. 



Often during the day I saw one little fussy 

 sparrowling squatted on the window sill which 

 had been the scene of his papa's suffering and 

 pain, another on the greenhouse roof, both 

 shrieking for food, for help, for the world to 

 see how bravely they got on, while the busy 

 mamma coaxed them in vain to try another 

 flight, alternately encouraging with a crumb or 

 reproving with a slight peck on the head, and 

 the one-legged hero — his troubles now happily 

 at an end — perched on the edge of the roof, 

 peering over with greatest interest at the pretty 

 scene. 



