A child went up to a lark, and said, "Good lark, have you any young
ones?"
"Yes, child, I have," said the lark; "and they are very pretty ones
indeed!" Then she pointed to them, and said, "This is Fair Wing, that
is Tiny Bill, and that other is Bright Eye."
The child said, "Yes, at home, we are three--myself and my two
sisters, Jane and Alice; and mamma says we are pretty little children,
and that she is very fond of us."
To this the little larks replied, "Oh yes, mamma is very fond of us
too."
Then the child said, "Good lark, will you send home Tiny Bill to play
with me?" Before the lark could reply, Bright Eye said, "Yes, if you
will send little Alice to play with us in our nest."
The child said, "Oh, Alice will be so sorry to leave home, and come
away from mamma!"
Bright. Eye said, "Tiny Bill will be so sorry to leave our nest, and
go away from mamma!"
The child was abashed, and went home, saying, "_Ah, every one is fond
of home_!"
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