And papa says, that I must call my little pet, _Snowdrop_,
because he is as white as the drifted snow; and mamma says, that its
two little bright eyes are like rubies. Do you not think, Mary, as
I do, that it is the sweetest little rabbit in the world?
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[Illustration: The Pet Robin.]
The Pet Robin.
My brother Frederick has a robin, and he calls him a dear little pet,
he sings so sweetly. Oh! you cannot think how well he knows Freddy. You
should see him early in the morning, when we first come down stairs, or
at any time when we come in from a walk, how he runs to one corner of
his cage, to look at us: and when Fred whistles and says, "My beauty!
my fine fellow!" he stands up so straight, to listen to his kind little
masters voice, and then begins jumping and hopping from one end of the
cage to the other, just as I have seen happy little children jump and
hop about in their sports.
Sometime ago he was ill, and we were sadly afraid he would die; he used
to sit from day to day, with ruffled feathers and drooping wings; his
food was left untasted, and his pleasant voice was seldom heard; but
in two or three weeks he began to grow better, and to eat his food
as usual, and to pick amongst the green grass of the little sod we
had placed in his cage.
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