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were put out in the trees, that they might enjoy 

 the soft air and the sunHght. Polly's mistress 

 went for a drive and the parrots were forgotten. 



In the chill of the late afternoon, as the mistress 

 came home, she heard a doleful voice from above. 

 " Poor Polly. Want to go to bed, Polly ? Want 

 to go to bed ? " 



The parrots were taken in, and they must have 

 been glad to get back into the warmth of the 

 house. 



After Punch was sent back to his home Polly 

 drooped for a while. She seemed to miss him. She 

 would call, " Punch ! Punch ! Punch ! " at the top 

 of her voice and then turn her head to one side 

 and listen. 



One day as her mistress was coming home from 

 a walk, she saw a group of boys and men about a 

 tree. One boy was climbing it. 



" What's the matter ? " she asked. 



" It's a parrot, ma'am," said one of the men. " I 

 don't know where it came from." 



At that moment a familiar, hoarse voice in the 

 tree called, " Punch ! Punch ! Poor Polly ! " 



" Why that's my parrot," cried the lady. 



She went nearer and looked up into the tree. 



