He struggled as usual, and begged, with his weak, piping voice, to be spared such an infliction.

But Susy was resolute.
"It'll do you good, Ducky Daddles; we mustn't have any lazy, dirty birdies in this house." Ducky Daddies rolled up his little eyes, and gasped for breath.
"O, look, mother!" cried Susy, laughing; "how funny Dandy acts! Do you suppose it's to make me laugh?
O, is he fainting away ?" "Fainting away! My dear child, he is dying!" This was the sad truth.

Mrs.Parlin fanned him, hoping to call back the lingering breath.

But it was too late.

One or two more throbs, and his frightened little heart had ceased to beat; his frail life had gone out as suddenly as a spark of fire.
Susy was too much shocked to speak.