Mr. and Mrs. Robin were deeply pained by Dick’s bad conduct.  They concluded, however, it was best to refrain from further reproof, as it only seemed to make him worse.  After the disrespectful remark at the close of the last chapter, he flew away, and did not return until night.

Katy then begged her father and mother to accompany her to the village where Canary lived; and, after a ready consent, they all stretched their wings and flew away over the tops of houses and trees, not once alighting until they reached the dwelling where the pretty bird belonged.

Canary received them very cordially.  She assured Mr. and Mrs. Robin of her interest in their promising children.  “In their society,” she added, “I sometimes forget my own trials.  Young as you may think me, I have reared four young broods.  Now-but I will not make you sad by relating my troubles.  I see my kind mistress has provided water for me to take a bath.  Perhaps it will amuse you if I do so now.”

Mrs. Robin assured her that the sight would delight them all.

Canary then sprang off the highest perch into the saucer of fresh water, splashed herself thoroughly with her wings, then jumped into the ring, and shook herself from head to foot.  “I feel greatly refreshed,” said she, after new oiling her feathers.

At the request of Katy, she then exhibited her accomplishments to the wondering parents, and having ended by a thrilling song, they gave her their best wishes, and took their leave.

In the mean time, Mr. Symmes, his wife, grandpa, and Annie sat down to their breakfast, though wondering that Fred, who had been sent of an errand, did not return.  They had nearly finished their meal, when Annie saw him running toward the house, his face all in a blaze of excitement.

He held in his hand a bird’s nest; and, as he entered, took a wounded sparrow from his bosom.

“Father,” he exclaimed, “isn’t it real wicked to steal little birds from their nest?”

“Certainly, my son.”

“Well, Joseph Marland and Edward Long have been doing it all the morning, and they say it isn’t wicked at all.  As I was coming ’cross lots through Deacon Myers’s pasture, I heard some boys laughing very loud; and I ran to see what the fun was.  They had taken all the young birds from the nest, and the poor parents were flying around chirping and crying in dreadful distress.

“‘Don’t tease the birds so,’ said I; ’put the little things back and come away.’

“‘No, indeed!’ shouted Joseph; ’after all the trouble we’ve had, we don’t give up so easy.’  And only think, grandpa, they didn’t want the young sparrows for any thing,-only they liked the sport of seeing the old birds hop round and round.

“I got real angry at last, and said I wouldn’t have any thing to do with such wicked, cruel boys.  I started to run away, when they saw Deacon Myers driving his cow to the pasture, and they sneaked off about the quickest.  After they had gone, I picked up the nest and this poor bird from the ground.”

“Let me see it,” said Mr. Symmes, holding out his hand; “and you sit down and eat your breakfast.”

He left the room immediately, carrying the sparrow with him.  Presently Annie came back with tears in her eyes, saying her father had killed it, to put it out of pain.

“I was afraid it couldn’t live,” rejoined Fred.  “Ugly boys!  I am glad they don’t know of our robins’ nest.”

“Such cruelty always meets with its punishment,” remarked grandpa.  “I myself knew a man who, when a boy, delighted to rob birds’ nests.  Sometimes he stole the eggs, and sometimes he waited until they were hatched, that he might have the greater fun.  Then he took the poor, helpless, unoffending things, and dug out their eyes, to see how awkwardly they would hop around.”

“Shocking!” exclaimed Mrs. Symmes.

“He ought to have been hung!” shouted Fred.

Annie pressed both hands over her eyes, and turned very pale.

“Well,” resumed grandpa, “he grew to be a man, was married and settled in life; and now came God’s time to punish him.  He had one child after another until they numbered five.  Three of them, two daughters and one son, were born stone blind.

“He was a man coarse and rough in his feelings, as a cruel man will always be; but this affliction cut him to the heart, and when it was announced to him that the third child would never open its eyes to the light of the sun, he threw up his arms and cried aloud, ’O God, have mercy on me, though I had none on the poor birds!’

“Never before had he made the slightest allusion to his former cruelty, except to his wife, though it seemed by this expression, that he had always regarded it as a judgment.”

    “If ever I see,
    On bush or tree,
  Young birds in their pretty nest,
    I must not, in play,
    Steal the birds away,
  To grieve their mother’s breast.

    “My mother, I know,
    Would sorrow so
  Should I be stolen away;
    So I’ll speak to the birds
    In my softest words,
  Nor hurt them in my play.

    “And when they can fly
    In the bright blue sky,
  They’ll warble a song to me;
    And then, if I’m sad,
    It will make me glad
  To think they are happy and free.”