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look upon the little tyrant as quite capable of adding 
to the comfort of our families. 
Once there was a sick child in our family, and we 
happened to think that the sparrow would make a good 
supper for our little invalid. The birds were “small 
fry,” to be sure, but we cooked them, and they were 
good eating. 
Then we gathered all the sparrows’ eggs we could 
reach every morning, and cooked them. They were 
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delicious. We felt that it was not wrong for us to 
take a good many of these eggs, for there were count- 
less more. 
We found that we could tempt the hen birds to lay 
their eggs close to the door, by placing hay above the 
sills and around the window corners, just as you would 
make a hen’s nest for Mistress Biddy. 
This disposition of the English sparrow to become 
domesticated, lke our hens, once came near making 
