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“
Sure
that
we
shall
have
nothing
to
eat
.
”
“
No
,
thank
Heaven
!
I
’
m
not
sure
of
it
.
I
hope
not
.
”
“
Then
I
can
’
t
understand
it
,
mother
.
There
’
s
a
piece
of
gingerbread
in
the
basket
,
I
know
.
”
“
O
you
little
bird
!
You
have
no
more
sense
than
a
sparrow
that
picks
what
it
wants
,
and
never
thinks
of
the
winter
and
the
frost
and
,
the
snow
.
”
“
Ah
—
yes
—
I
see
.
But
the
birds
get
through
the
winter
,
don
’
t
they
?
”
“
Some
of
them
fall
dead
on
the
ground
.
”
“
They
must
die
some
time
.
They
wouldn
’
t
like
to
be
birds
always
.
Would
you
,
mother
?
”
“
What
a
child
it
is
!
”
thought
his
mother
,
but
she
said
nothing
.
“
Oh
!
now
I
remember
,
”
Diamond
went
on
.
“
Father
told
me
that
day
I
went
to
Epping
Forest
with
him
,
that
the
rose
-
bushes
,
and
the
may
-
bushes
,
and
the
holly
-
bushes
were
the
bird
’
s
barns
,
for
there
were
the
hips
,
and
the
haws
,
and
the
holly
-
berries
,
all
ready
for
the
winter
.
”
