Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-03-31
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queer. They had no feathers and
their heads looked too big for their
thin little bodies. And they al
ways had their mouths wide, W de
open, so that the poor mother bird
had to fly around all day long,
hoping to find enough worms to
satisfy them. But she never did.
As fast as they swallowed worms,
no matter how big and fat they
were, the little birds would cry
for more.
Sometimes the poor old mother
bird would flap her wings and cry,
she would get so tired, and then
she would feel sorry, cause she
loved her little birdlets a great
deal. And then she'd fly around as
fast as she could and find some
thing more for them to eat. It's
awful hard work, bring ng up a
bird family"
Dorothy sighed, quite as If she
knew all about 1t, as she paused
for breath, and Davie said: I'D
call those birds pigs instead O.
birds, that's what I'd call 'em, al
ways hollerin' for something to
eat"
They couldn't help 1t cause 1t
was the nature declared Mary
Elizabeth. They were just born
hungry, | guess" And she closed
her lips tightly, as Ii there was no
more room for argument.
Davie was bound to have the last
word, howey er.
They were piggish just the
same" he said, and | think"
we don't care what you think. 4"
cut in Dorothy, Il want to tell
some more.
Day by day." she went on, as
Stunning her storytelling voice,
which sounded like her voice when
she read aloud in school, the title
BIRDS grew bigger and stronger
and homelier. Their wings began
to grow out, and in a little while
few feathers came. And they
peeped louder than ever"
Gracious sakes!' their mother
would say in a cross voice, won't
you ever give me any peace?'
But their only answer was We
wa-ant some more worm'msi Pee
eep! Peepl Pee-eep!'
Peter was-I told you yesterday,
Billy Brown, that Peter was the
name of one of the birds, only it
didn't sound like Peter in b rd
language" Dorothy interrupted her.
SELF as she saw a question forming
on Billy lips. Peter was The
worst of all He was bigger than
the others, and his feathers seemed
to come faster. Maybe this was
cause he snatched most of the
worms his mother brought.
When will we be able to fly,
like you, mother?' he would ask
every day, and the mother b rd
would say, Just as soon ais you are
strong enough And then Peter
and the other birds would flap their
wings and try to use them, only to
tumble over in the nest and pant
for breath.
After a while they were quite
covered with feathers, and began to
look like real birds. Their heads
stopped growing too fast, giving
their bodies a chance to catch up
Now we can surely fly said
Peter one morning. Look at me!
Am ! not a handsome blrd?' And
he tried very hard to use his wings.
lie did manage to Chamber to the
edge Of the nest, and then he
peeped very loud from astonish-
ment, cause he never dreamed that
the world was such a big, big place.
All he had ever seen before were
just the tree-top in which he lived
and the sky above.
What do you see? What do
you see?' cried his brothers and
sisters as they tried to climb up,
too. Tell US! Tell usp
Peter just gasped. He did not
know how TO begin. The world Is
SO big he cried at last. that l can
not see the beginning or the end of
it. 1t is above me, and below me,
and all around me. There are trees
and flowers. and hundreds of other
birds, and there are rivers and
strange things that walk about and
have no wings.
They are people, said the
mother bird How did you know
the names of the other things, my
SON.?
IT don't know said Peter;
they just come to me. May [ fly
now, motherY
But the mother bird shook her
head.
You're not strong enough she
said; go back to your nest and
rest
ITO he coptinued)