62 A "FAIRY" STORY. 



Fairy is in and out of her cage all day, and but for 

 fear of accidents she might have the range of the 

 house, so confident am I that she would not wish 

 to stray from her happy home. Still, she loves an 

 expedition, and once, having flown after me into 

 the hall, I did not see her again for an hour or 

 more ; a hunt was needful, and after searching 

 every 'room she was at last discovered cheerfully 

 investigating the boxes in a lumber-room at the 

 very top of the house. 



I never knew such a clever, fearless little bird. 

 She will put her small body into every corner in 

 search of information ; she visits all my friends in 

 turn as they sit at luncheon, pulls their hair, sits 

 on their fingers, tugs their dresses, and is, of course, 

 universally beloved. 



I was curious to note whether Fairy would grow 

 restless when the migrating season began, but her 

 abnormal life indoors has so altered her natural 

 instincts that she makes herself quite happy 

 throughout the autumn, and we are truly glad 

 that we are not called to bid adieu to such a 

 lovable companion. 



Very naturally some readers may ask, " How 



