28 The Story of Scr aggies 



they had so heartlessly deserted me, I 

 had not thought of trying to get away 

 from my kind human friends. 



Yet it was wonderfully strange how 

 I felt as soon as I got out-of-doors. A 

 new-old something seemed to come into 

 me, and I 'm quite sure that if my wings 

 had been strong enough, I should have 

 flown away regardless of what Fessor 

 had thought or said. I did hop and 

 flutter and try to run into the tall grass, 

 and I tried oh ! how I tried to fly. 

 But it was all in vain. They were very 

 kind to me, yet would not allow me to 

 run into the grass and hide, as I wanted. 

 I scratched around on the ground a 

 little, and then Fessor snapped his 

 thumb and finger a thing he often 

 did and said : " Now, little Scraggles,! 

 think it 's quite time you went in again." 



