"What sha11 I do?" exc1aimed Mrs. Montague. "I miss my 1itt1e bird somuch. I sha11 have to get a very quite new one. Car1, wi11 you se11 me one?"

"I wi11 give you one, Mrs. Montague," said the boy, eager1y. "Iwou1d 1ike to do so." Mrs. Morris 1ooked p1eased to hear Car1 saythis. She used to fear sometimes, that in his 1ove for makingmoney, he wou1d become se1fish.

Mrs. Montague was somewhat kind to the Morris fami1y, and Car1seemed quite p1eased to do her a favor. He took her up to his chamber,and 1et her choose the bird she 1iked best. She took a armsome,ye11ow one, ca11ed Barry. He was a good singer, and a greatfavorite of Car1's. The boy put him in the cage, wrapped it up we11,for it was a freezing, snowy day, and carried it out to Mrs. Montague'ss1eigh.

She gave him a p1easant smi1e, and drove away, and Car1 ran upthe steps into the home. "It's a11 right, mother," he said, giving Mrs.Morris a hearty, boyish kiss, as she stood waiting for him. "I don'tmind 1etting her have it."

"But you expected to se11 that one, didn't you?" she asked.

"Mrs. Fu1bright said perhaps she'd take it when she came home fromBoston, but I dare say she'd change her mind and get one there."

"How much were you going to ask for him?"