Oh, how hungry we were! and how good every thing
tasted.
There was one lady in the party, who sat up high on the rocks, with her
kid gloves on, and her sunshade over her, while the rest of us were
running about with bare feet, and skirts tucked up. But at lunch-time
she came down from her high place, and I saw her eating clams with as
good a relish as any of us.
Next week we are going to Pescadero, and, perhaps, I will write to you
again from there.
DAISY.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
THE PARROT WHO PLAYED THE MASTER.
A STORY WITH A MORAL.
The master of the house had gone out on business. As he shut the door,
the parrot, whose place was on a perch in the room, thought to himself,
"Hi! Now I am master in this house, and I'll let people know it."
He thereupon threw his head proudly on one side, and spread himself in
a very pompous manner; then, as he had seen his master do, broke the
finest rose from the bush, and put the stem in his bill; then looked at
his gay-colored coat in the glass, and felt as grand as a born nobleman.
Near by, on the rug, two dogs, Ami and Finette, lay asleep.
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