12 The Story of Scr aggies 



and close, and it made me feel queer 

 most of the time. It was not fresh and 

 bracing like the out-door air I had been 

 used to. I was shut in, that was all 

 there was to it ; but it took me a long 

 time to learn to make the best of it. 

 For the tall man, now and again, would 

 catch me and put me up onto the 

 window-sill, and I did n't know that I 

 could n't go through the glass. I tried 

 again and again, but always bumped my 

 bill hard against the glass and never got 

 any further. I saw happy little birds 

 outside. They seemed to be strong 

 and well ; and how I longed to be with 

 them ! I found great pleasure, however, 

 in walking back and forth on the edge 

 of the window sash, and the warm sun- 

 shine that shone in upon me was very 

 comforting. When other birds flew 



