ever, the pretty maiden purchased all they brought, and had them turned into the same room with those of her former purchase. When night came, Louisa went to bed with more pleasure than she had felt for a long time. “ What a pleasing reflection it is,” said she to herself, “ to be thus capable of preserving the lives of so many innocent birds, and save them from famine and merciless cats 1 When summer comes, and I go into the woods and groves; these pretty little birds will fly around me and sing their sweetest notes in gratitude for my kind attention to them.” These thoughts at last lulled her to sleep, but they accompanied her even in her dreams, for she fancied herself in one of the most delightful groves she had ever seen, where all the little birds were busied, either in feeding their young, or in singing or hopping from bough to bough. The first thing Louisa did after she had got up in the morning was to go with her brother to feed her little family in the room, and afterward those that came into the yard. Though the seed to feed them cost her nothing, yet she recollected that the many purchases she had lately made of birds must have almost exhausted her purse; “and if the
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