58 STOKIES ABOUT BIEDS. 



these birds eat the breakfast which she gave 

 them^ than she Avoiild have been to see the 

 httle fellows through the bars of a cage. 



Another little girl that I read of the other 

 day was in the habit of doing the same thing. 

 She was kind to the birds in the winter, and 

 gave them good things to eat. Her father was 

 rich, but he was a miser. He was not kind to 

 the poor. One day the little girl gathered all 

 the crumbs she could find, and was going to 

 carr}^ them out and scatter them on the snow. 

 Her father saw her, and asked her what she 

 was going to do. She told him, and he said, 

 " What good will it do ? The crumbs will not 

 be enough to feed one in a hundred of the 

 birds." "I know it, dear father," said she, 

 " but I shall be glad to save even one in a hun- 

 dred of them, if I cannot save them all." The 

 father thought a moment ; he knew that many 

 poor persons were suffering in his village, and 

 he had refused to help an}^, because he could 

 not help them all. His conscience struck him, 

 and he told his little daughter to break a loaf 

 of bread into crumbs for the birds, while he 

 went to scatter a purse of money among the 

 poor villagers. 



It seems that the snow bird is a very affec- 

 tionate little creature. Some years ago, one of 



