Mrs.
Montague happened to come in, and drove him back to the hall.
While she was having tea that evening, with her husband and little boy, Barry flew into the room again.

Mrs.Montague told Charlie to send him out, but her husband said, "Wait, he is looking for something." He was on the sideboard, peering into every dish, and trying to look under the covers.

"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.