OUR HOME BIRDS. 
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Or some kind of cherry, 
Or any kind of berry, 
For I’m hungry, very. 
There ! he’s coming with a bug in his bill ; 
He’ll give it to his Willawee, I know he will, 
hie has been spider-hunting on every tree, 
And he has brought his game home to his Willawee! 
All Together. 
And here is our mother, our dear mother, too ! — 
Come, spread your wings over us, dear mother, do ; 
So, like a pretty coverlet 
For your little babies’ bed : 
Make it dark, so we can’t see, 
And close, so we can’t hear ; 
Then soon all sound asleep we’ll be, mother dear.” 
“ Isn’t that pretty ?” said Edith in delight. “ I 
love those little baby orioles !” 
“ They must have looked so cunning,” added 
Clara, “ when they were getting tucked up !” 
“ And they had such nice names,” continued Edith 
— “ AVinkie, and Blinkie, and — I don’t know what 
else, but I know they sound just like dear little 
birds.” 
Miss Harson smiled at this sage conclusion, and 
said that as two little girls were doing something 
very like winking and blinking, it was time for them 
to think of being tucked up. 
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