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“Did he really say that?” cried Daisy, watching the bob-o-link, who sat swaying up and down on the green bough, and nodding his white-capped head at her in the most friendly manner.

“Perhaps I didn’t translate it rightly; for it is very hard to put bird-notes into our language, because we haven’t words soft and sweet enough. But I really think there are berries over there, and we will see if what he says is true,” said Wee.

Over the wall they went, and there, on a sunny bank, found a bed of the reddest, ripest berries ever seen.

“Thank you, thank you, for telling me to hurry up, and showing me such a splendid feast,” said Daisy, with her mouth full, as she nodded back at the birds. “These are so much sweeter than those we buy. I’d carry some home to mamma, if I only had a basket.”

“You can pick this great leaf full, while I make you a basket,” said Wee.

Daisy soon filled the leaf, and then sat watching her aunt plait a pretty basket of rushes. While she waited she looked about, and kept finding something curious or pleasant to interest and amuse her. First she saw a tiny rainbow in a dewdrop that hung on a blade of grass; then she watched a frisky calf come down to drink on the other side of the brook, and laughed to see him scamper away with his tail in the air. Close by grew a pitcher-plant; and a yellow butterfly sat on the edge, bathing its feet, Daisy said. Presently she discovered a little ground bird sitting on her nest, and peeping anxiously, as if undecided whether to fly away or trust her.

“I won’t hurt you, little mother. Don’t be afraid,” whispered the child; and, as if it understood, the bird settled down on her nest with a comfortable chirp, while its mate hopped up to give her a nice plump worm for breakfast.

“I love birds. Tell me something about them, Aunt Wee. You must know many things; for they like you, and come when you call.”

“Once upon a time,” began Wee, while her fingers flew and the pretty basket grew, “there was a great snow-storm, and all the country was covered with a thick white quilt. It froze a little, so one could walk over it, and I went out for a run. Oh, so cold it was, with a sharp wind, and no sun or any thing green to make it pleasant! I went far away over the fields, and sat down to rest. While I sat there, a little bird came by, and stopped to rest also.

“‘How do you do?’ said I.

“‘Chick-a-dee-dee,’ said he.

“‘A cold day,’ said I.

“‘Chick-a-dee-dee,’ said he.

“‘Aren’t you afraid of starving, now the ground is covered and the trees are bare?’

“‘Chick-a-dee-dee, ma’am, chick-a-dee-dee!'” answered the bird in the same cheerful tone. And it sounded as if he said, ‘I shall be cared for. I’m not afraid.’

“‘What will you eat? There’s nothing here or for miles round. I really think you’ll starve, birdie,’ said I.

“Then he laughed, and gave me a merry look as he lit on a tall, dry weed near by. He shook it hard with his little bill; when down fell a shower of seeds, and there was dinner all ready on a snow-white cloth. All the while he ate he kept looking up at me with his quick, bright eyes; and, when he had done, he said, as plainly as a bird could say it:

“‘Cold winds may blow,
And snows may fall,
But well we know
God cares for all.'”

“I like that little story, and shall always think of it when I hear the chick-a-dee-dee.” Daisy sat a moment with a thoughtful look in her eyes; then she said slowly, as if sorry for the words:

“It isn’t a stupid, grown-up world. It’s a very pleasant, young world; and I like it a great deal better this morning than I did last night.”