Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1882-09-07
Short Story OF Terry and Berry


| But back few paraso,
| And furbelows and all,
And everyone VINO saw it shook with laughter.
Short Story OF Terry and Berry.
"Oh-oh!' squeaked Berry. Eve found 0
| birds nest".
Nest" said Terry "Girls don't know any,
thing. It's no nest at all-the eggs are laid
! right in the sand.''
And such long, thin, dirty colored eggs,"
piped Berry
''Such bird as laid those eggs, don't de-
serve to be a mother" observed Terry. ITO
put them ri ht where one would be likely to
step on 'em, and without any nest at all I'll
tell you, Berry, we'll take 'em home and set
'em under the brown hen. and when they
hatch we will have Blk little birds all to our
selves. And Blddy is magnificent motherp
| Ihereupon each gathered up three of their
! treasures, and scamperlng away to the wood
| house, cambered up to the soap box nailed to
the weather boards, and placed them Under
| Blddy, who was setting therein.
For a fortnight two very eager young people
| daily frequented the woodshed.
Six bird cages had been prepared and six
! pounds of bird seed laid in.
| One day, as they were playing in the yard,
| the children were startled by series of the
most appalling screams and cackles proceed
| Ing from the precious shed.
On rushing there they discovered that Biddy
had forsaken her nest and with distended
| eyes and crimson comb had perched herself on
volume of wild and terrified "cut-a-cut-
cuts"
ooh, I see,'' exclaimed Terry 'sShe's
patched the dear little birds, and she's scared
| of EN-; she's used to chicks you know
| THE blessed little birds" cried Berry.
scrambling upon the trestle, by which she was
! enabled to jbst reach the box. Terry rushed
to the shelf, and now returned with the six
cages.
"NOw." instructed Berry, 'sas hand 'em to
you, put each dear l:tle bird in a cage, and
mimi you fasten the door we'll"
| BE CAREFUL" said Terry, standing with
cage with its door thrown wide Berry had her
| hand in the nest
'Dont squeeze EN-, or"
| "Oh-oh, my-my! Get awav-oh-oh!n
squealed Berry,, jumping down from the
trestle and running to the far side of the
''Ihere's something dreadful-something
| orawly-in Ciduy's nest," gasped Berry, with
a shuddcr.
Terry, with loud 'sshaw" mounted the
;restle and inserted his hand in the nest re-
! marking, CONTEMPORARY:
you girls are so-oh! good gracious! Keep
| off, for m"rcv's sake! What is it?'' and Terry
vas just about one second joining Berry, his
face every whit as scared as her own.
| And now papa, brought hither by the racket
Joined them, looked in the nest started back,
aud then commenced to laugh. and laugh, and
! laugh, till the children thought he would have
gone crazy.
inaliy ne toOh Gown me D1X, ana what do
you think they saw? Four little, ugly, wrig-
cling, swapping turtles
The mother turtle" said papa after the
excitement had somewhat sub sided, Claws her
eggs close to the shore OF the creek, il some
| sandy spot, and then returns to the water
leaving tie sand and the hot sun to incubate
them: and when the little turtles are out they
also scamper down to the water, which is Just
where we will take these fine fellows"
what is 'incuDaes?;" Queried Berry, an
r IL rar WI rad acn
tying up her bird seed.
ITO hatch, of course said Terry, Grossly,
as lie gathered up his bird cages.
Gertie's Visit
Come and see me-, little girl,' said Miss
Pitcher oGertie.
Nlss Pitcher was calling on Gertie's mamma,
who had lately moved into the pretty village
where Miss Pitcher had lived all her life. She
was little woman, all dressed in gray, with
gray eyes and gray hair-everything to match
''Yes'm," said Gertie, Il will"
She didn't forget her promise when Miss
Pitcher had said Good afternoon" and gone
away She wanted TO 60 next morning early.
She 5 such nice woman said she; and
just as cunning! And she's got cherry tree,
and the cherries are ripe. She said sou
"Oh, wouldn't go to-day" said mamma
at isn't polite to return call so soon.'
But in two three days Gertie went dressed
In a Spfc- and-span new dress.
She knew Miss Pitchers house. 1t was a
little French gray cottage at the foot of the
street, with cherry tree behind it She
opened the gate and went up the walk, but
inst as she was going to ring the bell, some
body called out. cross as cross could be:
Go way, little grit don't like childrenn
ooh dearr' thought Gertie, "when she
minute on the doorstep, with burning cheeks
aud tears springing TO her eyes. She couldn't
see anybody, though she looked; but there
was an open window almost covered up with
vines.
Go away, little girlr" and this time Gertis
knew the voice came from the window. She
turned away
4 don't CARE said she. choking back the
cry. Il won't-I won't come again, if she
asks me hundred times!'
| But before she reached the gate the door she
had left behind opened.
Where are you going, dear?" asked Miss
Pitcher; and her voice wasn't a bit like the
other. What could it mean.
''You-yon told mo to go away" hesitatsd
Gertie.
81: Oh no, dear; it must have been nv
Polly" said Miss Pitcher. 'Come right back.
The cherries are just ripe enough"
Of course Geriie went back And it was
Miss Pitchers parrot that had spoken to her.
really, from his cage in the Window big par
! rot and gray, too
''Shell talk as plain as can," said Miss
Pitcher, taking off Gerte's things. "Some-
times almost think she's human. 1 hope
you'll be good friends, dear"
But Gertie didn't think they ever could be:
because Polly didn't like children, you know.
and had told her 30. But what with cunning
Miss Pitcher, and the cherries and the dinner
for two on the porch, it was very nice visit
after all
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