He has such a cute way of perking his little head to one side just as knowing as you please, and he acts exactly as if he were considering whether he should answer 'yes' or no' to what I say, and then it is such fun to watch him smooth down his feathers.

He washes and irons them so nicely and works away as industriously as if he were afraid he'd lose his 'job.'" Miss Katharine rose from the table and stuck a lump of sugar for me to taste between the wires of my cage.
"I am surrounded by poor dead birds in the store all day," she observed, "and spend so much of my time sewing their wings and heads and tails on hats and sort boxfuls of them for customers to look at, that even a living bird saddens me." "Yes, it must be very depressing.

What a shame to kill them; they are so cute and pretty and such happy little creatures! See how cunning he looks nibbling at that sugar," and the sister joined Miss Katharine in watching me.
"But do you know, Kathy, I don't believe that women would continue wearing bird trimmings if they stopped a minute to think about it.

It doesn't seem wrong to them because they never considered the question.
They simply haven't thought about it at all." "Somebody set the fashion and they all followed like a flock of sheep," answered the other with a sneering laugh.
"Yes, that's just the way.

They go along without thinking.