My Second Week in the House 27 



man a long time to learn to move easily 

 and gently as a bird does. 



Every night he put me to bed in the 

 Indian basket, wrapping me up as care- 

 fully and tenderly as if I were his own 

 baby, all the time telling me in man 

 talk that I need n't be afraid of him, and 

 that he would n't hurt me for the world. 



One day I had quite an exciting expe- 

 rience. I heard Fessor say to Edith : 

 " I 'm sure this little birdie ought to have 

 some fresh, out-door air. I 'm going to 

 take her out. Come with me and see 

 that she does n't get away." Now I 

 had never thought of such a thing un- 

 til he suggested it. Of course, I had 

 been uncomfortable in the house, and I 

 wished often that I had had a loving 

 father and mother with a home nest of 

 my own to which I could go, but, since 



