Daily press. [volume] (Newport News, Va.) 1896-current, 1909-07-18
POOR
LITTLE DICK
he Was the Subiec,
Of . Stormy Dispuse

air." said John. That's all he wants"
mo. he doesn't want exercise and
fresh air." said Mrs. Cozzens. lie
isn't feeling well; that's all"
IAN right, then" said John. Have
II your own way"
And as for John. he threw his right
leg over his left knee with consider
able force and hid his face in his news.
paper as though, for him. the subject
was ended and the incident was
closed
Poor Dick." said Mrs. Cozzens.
Poor Dick,"
20, make less nose," cried John.
Cant you see that I'm trying to
read?"
Read, Yes!" cried Mrs. Cozzens.
"snd here this poor little bird is she'd
ding his feathers right and left. and
well you know that 1t isn't moulting
season. And there you sit, Reading
the paper! You ought to be ashamed
of yourself, John Cozzens. and you
know right well you had"
81 tell you he wants exercise and
a little fresh air!" cried Mr.. Cozzens.
81 tell you he Doesn't" cried Mrs.
Cozzens.
Does. too" N
Doesn't. neither"
Il tell you he does!"
'"T tell you ne doesn't, It's all you're
good for: to let the poor little pet
out of his cage and make him fly
around the room, grinning like fool
and running after him with a bit OF
lettuce on one shoulder and pinch
of bird seed on the other Making
him pant again and soaring him half
to DEATH"
Well" grumbled John. shufiiing
his feet, that's the way to tame
them"
"Oh, that's the way to tame them.
is it,"
"Yes! That's the way TO tame them.
Is it,"
Tame them!" cried Mrs. Cozzens.
so he's wild, is he? Mercy sakes!
Suppose he bit his way out of bis
cage some night and came and pecked
us to DEATH"
Don't be a fool" urged John.
Don't you be a fool," cried Mrs.
Cozzens.
Mo-" said John, its you that's the
fool"
ooh. no. II isn't" cried Mrs. Coz
zens. Its you that's the fool" And
having settled this mooted question
she cried in a spirited voice: you
get your things on now and go to the
bird store and get something to cure
HIM"
HUH" snorted John behind his pa
per. and he shufied his feet as shut
fie the feet Of an army.
Well" cried Mrs. Cozzens. what
are you huh-ing about"
HUH" snorted John again. I'D
like to see myself"
You put your hat and coat on"
cried Mrs. Cozzens. "and out you go
this very minutel"
mo. sir" cried John. mo. sir, And
IL any one thinks that I'm going to be
a messenger boy for a canary bird
well. they're mistaken, that's all
say,"
20. that's all you say. Is it, cried
Mrs Cozzens.
Yes" said John. That's all say"
well. anyhow" said Mrs. Cozzens,
I'm going out to get him something
He hasn't lifted his little head or
chirped for the last two hours and.
rain or no rain. I'm going out"
She went out. too, and when she re-
turned she heard Dick chipping the
moment she entered the hall
THE little pet" she cried. he
knows my step"
But as for John. John never spoke
Pretty little Dick," cried Mrs. Cor
zens. aSrancing along the hall. I've
got something for HIM"
And as for John. John assumed q
serious cast of countenance and
looked around for his hat. And a.
for Dick. wish to say that the mo-
ment Mrs. Cozzens entered the room
Richard Jumped up IN the corner OF
his cage that was nearest to her. and
fixing his eye on his mistress. he re-
lieved himself Of such a series OF in
dignant and outraged Grips thai Mrs.
Cozzens viewed him with mingled
pride and alarm
Why. what's the matter with
Dick?- she cried
How do I known grumbied John
I'm no. a bird doctor. am /, Isn't ne
spry enough to suit you now?
-spry enough" cried Mrs Cozzsns-
why. he's all vet"
We'll. little rain won't hurt him.
grumbled John. but sli the same ne
carefully folded the newspaper and
slowly arose from his chair.
What have you been doing to
him. cried MIS-. Cozzens- What have
you been doing to that poor innocent
little bird
What do you suppose I've been DO
ing to him. cried the indignant NJ.