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When
they
threw
out
a
few
crumbs
the
sparrow
jumped
and
flew
away
to
an
adjacent
chimney
top
.
He
was
evidently
not
accustomed
to
intimates
in
attics
,
and
unexpected
crumbs
startled
him
.
But
when
Lottie
remained
quite
still
and
Sara
chirped
very
softly
--
almost
as
if
she
were
a
sparrow
herself
--
he
saw
that
the
thing
which
had
alarmed
him
represented
hospitality
,
after
all
.
He
put
his
head
on
one
side
,
and
from
his
perch
on
the
chimney
looked
down
at
the
crumbs
with
twinkling
eyes
.
Lottie
could
scarcely
keep
still
.
"
Will
he
come
?
Will
he
come
?
"
she
whispered
.
"
His
eyes
look
as
if
he
would
,
"
Sara
whispered
back
.
"
He
is
thinking
and
thinking
whether
he
dare
.
Yes
,
he
will
!
Yes
,
he
is
coming
!
"
He
flew
down
and
hopped
toward
the
crumbs
,
but
stopped
a
few
inches
away
from
them
,
putting
his
head
on
one
side
again
,
as
if
reflecting
on
the
chances
that
Sara
and
Lottie
might
turn
out
to
be
big
cats
and
jump
on
him
.
At
last
his
heart
told
him
they
were
really
nicer
than
they
looked
,
and
he
hopped
nearer
and
nearer
,
darted
at
the
biggest
crumb
with
a
lightning
peck
,
seized
it
,
and
carried
it
away
to
the
other
side
of
his
chimney
.
"
Now
he
KNOWS
"
,
said
Sara
.
"
And
he
will
come
back
for
the
others
.
"
He
did
come
back
,
and
even
brought
a
friend
,
and
the
friend
went
away
and
brought
a
relative
,
and
among
them
they
made
a
hearty
meal
over
which
they
twittered
and
chattered
and
exclaimed
,
stopping
every
now
and
then
to
put
their
heads
on
one
side
and
examine
Lottie
and
Sara
.
Lottie
was
so
delighted
that
she
quite
forgot
her
first
shocked
impression
of
the
attic
.
In
fact
,
when
she
was
lifted
down
from
the
table
and
returned
to
earthly
things
,
as
it
were
,
Sara
was
able
to
point
out
to
her
many
beauties
in
the
room
which
she
herself
would
not
have
suspected
the
existence
of
.
"
It
is
so
little
and
so
high
above
everything
,
"
she
said
,
"
that
it
is
almost
like
a
nest
in
a
tree
.
The
slanting
ceiling
is
so
funny
.
See
,
you
can
scarcely
stand
up
at
this
end
of
the
room
;
and
when
the
morning
begins
to
come
I
can
lie
in
bed
and
look
right
up
into
the
sky
through
that
flat
window
in
the
roof
.
It
is
like
a
square
patch
of
light
.
If
the
sun
is
going
to
shine
,
little
pink
clouds
float
about
,
and
I
feel
as
if
I
could
touch
them
.
And
if
it
rains
,
the
drops
patter
and
patter
as
if
they
were
saying
something
nice
.
Then
if
there
are
stars
,
you
can
lie
and
try
to
count
how
many
go
into
the
patch
.
It
takes
such
a
lot
.
And
just
look
at
that
tiny
,
rusty
grate
in
the
corner
.
If
it
was
polished
and
there
was
a
fire
in
it
,
just
think
how
nice
it
would
be
.
You
see
,
it
's
really
a
beautiful
little
room
.
"
She
was
walking
round
the
small
place
,
holding
Lottie
's
hand
and
making
gestures
which
described
all
the
beauties
she
was
making
herself
see
.
She
quite
made
Lottie
see
them
,
too
.
Lottie
could
always
believe
in
the
things
Sara
made
pictures
of
.
"
You
see
,
"
she
said
,
"
there
could
be
a
thick
,
soft
blue
Indian
rug
on
the
floor
;
and
in
that
corner
there
could
be
a
soft
little
sofa
,
with
cushions
to
curl
up
on
;
and
just
over
it
could
be
a
shelf
full
of
books
so
that
one
could
reach
them
easily
;
and
there
could
be
a
fur
rug
before
the
fire
,
and
hangings
on
the
wall
to
cover
up
the
whitewash
,
and
pictures
.
They
would
have
to
be
little
ones
,
but
they
could
be
beautiful
;
and
there
could
be
a
lamp
with
a
deep
rose-colored
shade
;
and
a
table
in
the
middle
,
with
things
to
have
tea
with
;
and
a
little
fat
copper
kettle
singing
on
the
hob
;
and
the
bed
could
be
quite
different
.
It
could
be
made
soft
and
covered
with
a
lovely
silk
coverlet
.
It
could
be
beautiful
.
And
perhaps
we
could
coax
the
sparrows
until
we
made
such
friends
with
them
that
they
would
come
and
peck
at
the
window
and
ask
to
be
let
in
.
"
