22 The Story of Scraggles 



them, and then covered me up as snug 

 and warm as could be. When he went 

 away it was not long before I fell asleep. 



Well ! he used to do this every night 

 for quite a long time, so that I soon got 

 used to going to bed in the basket, in- 

 stead of being in my nest, and slept as 

 well as I had ever done before. 



It was very strange that he should 

 have hit upon the same name for me in 

 his human talk as my father and mother 

 had in their bird talk, yet it was so. I 

 believe it was the second day after he 

 brought me home that mamma said 

 to him : " What shall you call your 

 baby bird?" In a moment Fessor 

 replied: "Oh, I've already called her 

 Scraggles. She is Scraggles, so she must 

 be called Scraggles." So, even in man's 

 speech, I Ve been Scraggles ever since. 



