A _Lark_ and her _Young Ones_.
There was a Brood of Young _Larks_ in the Corn, and the _Dam_, when she
went abroad to Forrage for them, laid a Strict Charge upon her _Little
Ones_, to pick up what News they could get against she came back again.
They told her at her Return, that the Owner of the Field had been there,
and Order’d his Neighbours to come and Reap the Corn. Well, says the _Old
One_, there’s no Danger yet then. They told her the next Day that he
had been there again, and Desir’d his Friends to Do’t. Well, well, says
she, there’s no Hurt in That neither, and so she went out Progging for
Provisions again as before. But upon the Third Day, when they told their
Mother, that the Master and his Son appointed to come Next Morning and
do’t Themselves: Nay then, says she, ’tis time to look about us: As for
the Neighbours and the Friends, I fear ’em not; but the Master I’m sure
will be as good as his word; for ’tis his own business.