He has had plenty of chances to fly out, but
seems to be happy and contented, and makes himself perfectly at
home. When we are eating, he helps himself to anything he wants,
and is not a bit bashful. He loves honey, and will eat all he
wants, and then wipe his bill on any one's dress or on the
table-cloth. He will jump on papa's whiskers, and pull mamma's
hair-pins out of her hair, steal her needle, and do many other
mischievous things. He has chosen one of the gas-globes for a
nesting-place, and carries bits of cloth, strings, or any such
thing that he can find, and puts them there. He tries to sing, and
has learned several of the canary's notes. We catch him sometimes,
and put him under a hat, to tease him. He then gets angry, pecks
the hat, and scolds at the top of his voice. We have a rabbit and a
guinea-pig, too; but if they come into the room where Bob is, he
will fly at them and peck them till they run out. Every one who
sees him thinks he is a wonderful bird, and we should feel very
sorry if anything should happen to him.--Yours truly,
ELLA AND EDWIN H.
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DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have a little sister named Pet, because we
love her so.
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