One morning when the whole family were in the breakfast room, Poll began to talk to herself, imitating exactly the manner of a lady who had recently visited the house with her children. “Little darling beauty, so she is; she shall have on her pretty new bonnet, and go ridy, ridy with mamma; so she shall.” “Don’t cry, sweet,” she went on, changing her voice again; “there, there, pet, don’t cry; hush up, hush up.” This conversation she carried on in the most approved baby style, until, becoming excited by the laughter of the company, she stopped, and began to laugh too. After this, whenever she want Poll was a very mischievous bird, and on this account was not let out of her cage, unless Minnie or some one was at liberty to watch her. Mrs. Lee, who usually sat in the back parlor, from which place she could hear Poll talk, was sure to know if the bird was doing “Ah, ah!” she exclaimed, one day; “what are you about, Poll?” Mrs. Lee rose quickly, and advanced on tiptoe to the door, where she saw the parrot picking at some buttons on the sofa, which she had often been forbidden to touch. Much amused at the sight, she listened to an “Go away, I tell you, Poll! I see you! Take care!” Finding her buttons fast disappearing, she suddenly entered, when the bird went quickly back to her perch. In the afternoon, when her husband returned from town, she related the incident to him and to Minnie. “That shows us,” answered After tea, when Minnie and her father were in the library, they heard Poll singing a variety of tunes in her merriest tones. They stopped talking a while to listen, and then both laughed heartily to see how quickly she struck into a whistle, as Tiney walked deliberately into the “What a funny bird she is!” cried Minnie; “she runs on so from one thing to another.” “In that respect she shows a want of judgment,” replied her father; “but, by the way, I have a story for you of a curious parrot, which I will read. “A gentleman who had been visiting a friend near the sea shore, and concluded to return “‘Over, master? Going over?’ “‘Yes, I wish to go,’ he answered, looking eagerly about. “‘Over, master? Going over?’ was asked again in a more ear “‘Yes, I wish to go as soon as possible.’ “The questions were repeated constantly, and yet no preparation was made for granting his request. He began to be somewhat indignant, and seeing no one near upon whom he could vent his wrath, he walked rapidly toward a public house near by. Here his anger was speed “Oh, father,” exclaimed Minnie, greatly delighted, “that was a real good story. Isn’t there another one?” “Yes; here is one where a man made his bird revenge his insults. “There was once a distiller “He had a large green parrot, which could speak almost any “Having committed this lesson satisfactorily, the owner of the parrot hung him outside one of the front windows of the house, where his troublesome neighbor, who lived directly opposite, would be able to have “The first time the neighbor came in sight, the parrot began, ‘Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor;’ and this was repeated on every occasion, to the great delight of the neighborhood.” At this moment, Mrs. Lee opened the door, to tell Minnie that Anne, the nurse, was waiting to put her to bed. Her mother only answered by pointing to the little French timepiece on the mantel. “I was having such a good time,” sobbed Minnie; “I always have to go just when I’m enjoying myself the most.” Hearing this, Poll instantly began to whine, “I don’t want to go,” and then, putting her claw Minnie wanted to laugh, but she felt ashamed, and did not like to have her parents see her; so she said, “Keep still, Poll; you’ve nothing to do with it.” This reproof only excited the bird the more, and in a loud, angry tone, she went on,— “Keep, still, Poll! don’t meddle! don’t meddle! Ah, Poll, Mr. Lee watched his daughter anxiously, to see whether she would recover her temper, and was pleased to observe that she presently advanced to the cage, when she held out her finger to say “Good night” to her pet, as usual. “Good night; say your prayers,” repeated the bird, holding out her claw. |