The next morning Molly felt quite refreshed. "My foot," she said, in answer to her mother"s inquiries, "feels quite free from pain. I am convinced that it is my lot to remain quietly at home; and I will try to bear it as cheerfully as I can."
"Dear Molly," whispered her mother.
"Darling sister," repeated Jack and Katy.
d.i.c.k said nothing, but looked stupidly from one to the other, wondering what they could mean. He had returned to the nest late the previous evening, and had not heard of his sister"s affliction.
Mr. Robin sat on his favorite bough, gazing sadly at the poor bird. He had not yet tried to relieve her, and notwithstanding his wife"s fears, indulged strong hopes of being able to remove the string without breaking the tender limb.
"I cannot be really unhappy," continued Molly, looking cheerfully around, "while you are all so kind. To be sure, I have longed for the time when I could fly from bough to bough, or skim through the clear air; and I have hoped, when I was old enough, to find a mate and rear a family of my own in the same sweet, peaceful happiness as our dear parents have reared us; but now I resign all these innocent joys, and find my delight in sharing yours.
"Come, dear Katy," she added, "let me no longer detain you from your morning flight. I long to see how gracefully you will raise your pinions and soar away."
"Sweetest and best of sisters," murmured Katy, in a loving tone, "every moment I love you better than before, and am more sorry to leave you;"
and she nestled closely to Molly"s side.
"You will soon return, dear one," said her sister, tenderly; "and remember there will always be one heart in the nest that will welcome you with joy. Go now, love, and treasure up all you hear and see, to cheer me in my solitude."
While this beautiful interchange of affection was taking place, Mr. and Mrs. Robin, the delighted parents, were sitting near, their hearts every moment swelling with pleasure.
"Now," said the tender mother to herself, "I am well repaid for all my care and watchfulness of my beloved children; for all my share of the labor of building a nest; for the long days and nights, through cold and rain, that I have sheltered my eggs, until at last I have seen the dear ones come forth.
"Yes, indeed, and for the anxiety with which I have endeavored to impress virtue and affection upon their young minds. To see them growing up in the interchange of mutual affection, and to hear them give utterance to pure and n.o.ble sentiments, far exceed all the joys of my lifetime."
One thought of d.i.c.k, as unlike the others, intruded itself upon her mind; but she would not allow this to interrupt the delight she had experienced.
Very similar were the thoughts and emotions of Mr. Robin, but mingled with them was a plan he was forming for the benefit of his dear child.
His purpose was to attract to his nest the notice of some kind friend at the cottage. If he could succeed in this, he was perfectly confident that she could be liberated.
But now his attention must be given to Katy, who, in obedience to her sister"s wish, hopped to the side of the nest.
"O, dear!" she chirped; "it seems a very long way to the ground."
"It"s just nothing at all," said d.i.c.k, spreading his wings and flying away.
"I know just how you feel," added Jack; "but it is really safe, or our parents would not allow us to try it;--and only think what delightful sails we will have through the bracing air. Come, dear; now we"ll start."
"Steady, my little one," called out Mr. Robin. "Open your wings like this. There, that is right; now let go the nest. One moment more, and you"ll be safe on the ground."
"Bravo! pretty bird, bravo!" shouted Fred, who had that moment opened the outer door. "That was well done for a beginner. Come, hop up this way, and I"ll give you some crumbs."
"Chirp, chirp, chirp," answered little Katy, her bright eyes twinkling with pleasure.
Fred darted into the house, and presently returned with a liberal supply of food.
Mr. Robin caught up the largest piece just as d.i.c.k was hopping toward it, and ascended with it to the nest.
"O, ho!" exclaimed Fred, "I suppose there are more birdies in the tree."
"Yes," said Annie, who had run to the door in her night dress, "you know we counted four little mites of robins."
"O, don"t let that greedy bird get all the best crumbs!" she added, as d.i.c.k hopped from one piece of bread to another, catching them up as fast as he could.
"Just see how pretty those act," said Fred, pointing to Jack and Katy.
"Yes, he stands back to give her a chance, but the greedy one cares for none but himself."
CHAPTER VII.
MR. ROBIN"S APPEAL.
When the tender parents had finished their willing task of feeding Molly, they hopped forward close to the very door of the cottage, and seeing the old gentleman sitting in the room, Mr. Robin made bold to walk in and make known his errand.
"I wonder what he is talking about, so very loud and earnest,"
exclaimed Fred, coming in softly behind him.
"I don"t know; but he is very zealous about it. See how he turns first one eye, then the other, while he twitters away as if his life depended upon making us understand."
Suddenly robin uttered a sharp cry, and flew away toward the nest; and before they could express their surprise, he was back again, twittering as fast as ever.
Fred laughed aloud. "How very funny!" he cried. "What does it mean? He never did so before."
"I have no doubt he is trying to tell us something; and I fear it is not pleasant news, from his mournful cry."
"I wish we could understand," said the boy.
"I once read of a man," said grandpa, "who, from his boyhood, had studied the language of birds, and by close attention had acquired such a knowledge of it, that from the song of the parents, he knew where the nests were situated, whether they contained eggs, or whether the brood was hatched. He knew even the number of young birds and their age, before he saw them. This is truly wonderful, and if I had not read it from the best authority, I could hardly credit it. If so, I suppose, by careful observation, we could in many cases understand their different notes, and thus learn their wants and emotions, as well as the birds themselves do.
"I was once walking in a wood, and caught sight of a party of jays before they saw me. They were all chattering together and enjoying themselves highly. Suddenly one of them uttered a short, deep-toned note, when in an instant all was silent,--and they skulked one by one to a neighboring thicket."
"I suppose one of them caught a glimpse of you, and warned the others that you were near enough to listen to their secrets," said Fred, with a hearty laugh.
Grandpa now took his cane and walked to the door, determined, as the appeal was made to him, to watch the motions of the robins, and try to help them if they were in trouble.
But though Mr. Robin kept repeating his flight to the nest, and his effort to talk, nothing could be made of it; and at length the poor father seemed to despair.
In the mean time, Jack, Katy and Annie were chatting merrily together; and before this first interview closed, Katy had even ventured to take a crumb from Annie"s mouth. This the child thought the very summit of happiness, and called loudly to her mother to come and share her delight.
Jack was evidently very proud of his sister; and while this was going on, hopped from one to the other, his small head c.o.c.ked in a very arch manner.
After a time the little ones hopped away, as they wished to fly back to the nest. Katy was quite impatient to impart her success to her sister; but when she glanced up into the tree, she was almost in despair.
"Fly up a few times into this bough," said Jack. "It is beautiful exercise."