H9 
Our Winged Friends 
frightened the birdies that a regular struggle began 
in the little nest, and one was forced out over the 
side. The poor thing spread his little bare wings 
and tried to fly, but it was a desperate effort, and 
after fluttering aimlessly about, he finally landed on 
Buttercup’s porch. Both mistress and Guy went 
down in great haste to get him, but the little truant 
would not be caught, and his wings seemed to be 
gaining strength with every second of exercise. 
He fluttered across the street, and hovered around 
on the lawn, till finally Mr. Harrison picked him 
up and put him in a tree, and there Robert and 
Rena found him and took care of him. I watched 
him from the window-sill, and I couldn’t help hav- 
ing some thoughts that are hardly proper for a 
good cat. 
By the time mistress returned to the piazza, every 
one of the robins had left the nest, and we cats 
saw them no more. 
Mistress gave many anxious sighs during that 
afternoon, and Guy tried to comfort her as best he 
could. “ If God takes care of the sparrows,” said 
he, “ don’t you suppose He will also take care of 
the robins ? ” 
Mistress did not speak for some moments, then 
