My Second Week in the House 29 



That was the first time he took me 

 out, but by no means the last. Soon 

 we began to go out every day. He 

 would take me on to the lawn and sit 

 on the steps and watch me as I looked 

 at the grass and the flowers and the 

 wonderful birds flying in the trees. I 

 could n't help watching them and trying 

 to imitate them. It was no use, though, 

 for my poor wing would not let me fly. 



