"POLLY WANTS TO GO TO DETROIT." 



She lived in a 



Poll Pakrot belonged tr a lady in Detroit, 

 great house on Woodward avenue. 



Polly was a favorite. All the nice little children on the avenue 

 knew and loved her. On their way to school they would stop to 



say, " Good-morning, Mistress Polly," 

 and to offer her a bit of cake or a cracker 

 from their lunch-baskets. For these 

 friendly offices they were amply repaid 

 by the quaint sayings which were sure 

 to follow from the glib tongue of Polly. 

 Sometimes, in answer to a cheerful 

 " Good-morning, Mistress Polly ! " the 

 bird would drawl out, " G-o-o-d — 

 'i\\. x,*a!;#re-vs^?^^=''' ■ m-o-r-n-i-n-«- — Polly's — sleepy." For 



might be, 

 " Good morn- 

 ing, — don't 

 I3 o t h e r a 

 bird." 



Polly's mis- 

 tress lost the 

 bulk of her 

 fortune, and 

 went to 

 live in 

 another 

 city. 



When 



she was 



to move, a 



came over 



She grew 



'otioody and silent. To her little 

 scarce deign a reply. 



friends' greetings she would 



