After Mrs.Morris made his bed in the morning, the door was closed, and no one was supposed to go in till he came from school.

Once Billy and I followed him upstairs without his knowing it, but as soon as he saw us he sent us down in a great hurry.
One day Bella walked into his room to inspect the canaries.

She was quite a spoiled bird by this time, and I heard Carl telling the family afterward that it was as good as a play to see Miss Bella strutting in with her breast stuck out, and her little, conceited air, and hear her say, shrilly, "Good morning, birds, good morning! How do you do, Carl?
Glad to see you, boy." "Well, I'm not glad to see you," he said decidedly, "and don't you ever come up here again.

You'd frighten my canaries to death." And he sent her flying downstairs.
How cross she was! She came shrieking to Miss Laura.

"Bella loves birds.
Bella wouldn't hurt birds.