Sparrow; but Jenny would not hear him. "Out,
out with you, you saucebox, you interloper!" she screamed; and she
dashed at him and pecked him till he beat a speedy retreat.
The next day, however, he came round again; whether to express his
regrets in due form, or to buy her off, I cannot say; but Mrs. Jenny was
unwilling to accept anything but the most humble apology.
One look convinced her that he didn't want her pardon, but her house;
and out she flew at his very eyes, and on she chased as far as Mr.
Philip, who was sitting at the window, could see. But Mr. Sparrow was
seen no more.
I knew Jenny Wren was spirited; but I should hardly have thought that of
her; should you!
MR. PERIWINKLE.
"MAKE A PIE."
The summer before our Mary was two years old, she and her brother used
to make pies in the sand, cutting them out with the cover of a little
tin pail, always using water to mix them, if they could obtain it.
About this time, Bertie was learning,--
"Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land.
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