How I Came to Live in a House 9 



voice was all the time talking so softly 

 and gently to me, though it sounded 

 deep and strong like the voice of a 

 storm that once nearly shook me out of 

 our nest. He was carrying me away 

 rapidly, and said something about his 

 wife and " little girlie," who would 

 surely help him take care of me until I 

 could fly. 



Soon we went inside a house. I had 

 never been in such a dark place before, 

 and I was made afraid again, as badly as 

 ever, by two persons, dressed differently 

 from the tall, bearded man, but whose 

 voices were softer and more like a bird's 

 than his. I heard him tell about seeing 

 me try to reach my mother, and then 

 how she had flown away and deserted 

 me, and he had caught me and brought 

 me home, lest, said he, " some cat 



