"He is after the chocolate cake," exclaimed Mrs Montague.

"Here, Charlie, put this on the staircase for him." She cut off a little scrap, and when Charlie took it to the hall, Barry flew after him, and ate it up.
As for poor, little, lame Dick, Carl never sold him, and he became a family pet.

His cage hung in the parlor, and from morning till night his cheerful voice was heard, chirping and singing as if he had not a trouble in the world.

They took great care of him.

He was never allowed to be too hot or too cold.