sang it, and long after I turned away, he kept it up. Sometimes a Robin would cry “Peemp, Peemp” but did not sing; and English sparrows quarreled continually, chasing each other in every direction.
     As the morning went on the skies began to clear off, the sun shone dimly from the dome of white misty clouds that melted into patches of pale blue; a breeze, warmer that before began to stir. By afternoon the sun by shining brighter. Towards evening, as I was writing, a sudden, sharp chatter of sparrows arose out-side; I rushed to the window; there they were again, as yesterday crowding over both little apple trees, and perched   the grape-vines, sitting motionless on the limbs and branches; keeping up a continual chirping and chattering. As I listened to them I thought that no matter how noisy and quarrelsome they were, they were still likeable little creatures - dirty hungry bunches of feathers! Mother broke up some bread, which I threw out on the ground and then came in, shutting the door.  For a moment not a one moved.  Then one fluttered down to the ground, and cautiously hopped up, craning his neck