Miller, Olive Beaupré, ed, Wyeth, N. C. (Newell Convers), 1882-1945, illustrator · Chicago : The Bookhouse for children · leaf 92
th droopinghead and ruffled feathers, she thought he was sleepy: but he wasmourning for Davy, and wondering what his Uttle friend would do.For three long days and nights he was a prisoner, and sufferedmuch. The house was full of happy people, but no one tookpity upon him. Ladies and gentlemen… … MY BOOK HOUSE in which it was hung, high above danger. In the evening therewas music; and the poor birds heart ached as the sweet soundscame to him, reminding him of the airier melodies he loved.Through the stillness of the night, he heard the waves break onthe shore; the wind came singing up from…
Children's literature
Internet Archive · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.