THE CROSS-BILL AND THE LITTLE WARBLER. 67 
up in time to give it its breakfast, It would 
flutter on his shoulder, and as good as ask 
him for it. But if he opened his eyes, or 
showed any sign of being awake, the bird 
was pacified ; and flew to the window seat, 
and waited patiently until its master was 
dressed. 
When summer came, the grosbeak wanted 
to go back to the pine forest. It gi*ew rest- 
less and unhappy ; and did nothing but run 
from one side of the window to the other, a.nd 
try to force its way through the glass. It 
could eat as well as ever, but the house was 
filled with its piteous wailing, as if beseeching 
for its liberty. 
At length the window was opened, and it 
was let to fly. But it lingered about for 
some time, pluming and dressing its feathers, 
before it took its departure. 
The pine grosbeaks are very sweet songsters ; 
and pour out their lays at sunset, and even 
during the night. When they are travelling 
in flocks, they fly at a considerable height 
above the forest, and chatter together as they 
fly. They alight, now and then, upon the 
trees, and pick off" the opening buds ; but on 
