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walk after him, to give me a little health- 

 ful exercise; but he would not let me 

 go too far lest I should get too tired. 



But I did not get well ; and I did so 

 want to be well and strong. I was as 

 happy with my human friends as I could 

 be, and I wanted to live with them a 

 long time. When I heard them say I 

 was a very sick bird it used to put a 

 great fear in my heart that I was going 

 to die, and then I would snuggle up 

 close to Fessor's hand that he might 

 know I wanted to live. 



Here Scraggles' story as written by 

 herself comes to an end. The Fessor 

 now tells the pathetic remainder of the 

 interesting tale. 



