"He's such a little pet of yours; and you have had him so long! I would not take him from you for the world!" "Then," said I, just as earnestly, "you have not forgiven me.

Oh, Min! when you promised to do so!" And I took up my hat as if to go away.
We argued the point; but, the end of the matter was, that Dicky Chips was made over to his new mistress, with all his goods, chattels, and appurtenances.

A happy bird he might consider himself henceforth, I knew.

He would be idolised--a very nice situation, indeed, for a bullfinch! By-and-by I got closer to Min, as we were standing up, talking together and making Dicky go through a few of his tricks on the drawing-room table.
"Min," said I, softly, bending over her and looking down into her honest, truth-telling grey eyes--"my darling!" But, at that precise moment, the door opened; and, in walked Mrs Clyde..