OUR BIRD HOSPITAL. wat 
Mr. Butcher-bird thought it was a good joke, and he 
laughed loudly from the peach tree. But the birds 
were so scared that they all flew away, and so the 
garden party broke up. 
CHAPTER. X XVI. 
OUR BIRD HOSPITAL. 
CITIES have their hospitals for the sick and wounded. 
When an accident happens to a person in the street, or 
aman falls from a building, or is burned, or is hurt in 
any way, he is taken to the hospital, where the surgeon 
does what he can for him. Sometimes his life is saved 
by the surgeon’s care and the kindness of trained 
nurses. 
If a stranger in any city is taken sick, and has no 
friends to care for him, he is carried to the hospital, 
where he is nursed back to strength. If he has no 
money, he is quite welcome to all this. 
A long while ago, when we first began to be inter- 
ested in birds and to think of them as “people,” like 
ourselves, we found it necessary to have a bird hos- 
pital. 
Our native birds seldom meet with accidents unless 
they are killed outright; but the tourist birds are often 
found injured in some mysterious way, so that they 
cannot fly. We feel sorry for these strangers so far 
