ld garden of the inn. That was the
end of our canary nursling. I have a good deal more to tell you about
Coo-coo, but for the present I will leave off with this piece of advice.
"Never put bird-cages on the window-sill."

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COO-COO'S SECOND HUSBAND.

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I told you the sad end of poor Frise-tete, but the history of Coo-Coo is
by no means finished yet. She had not escaped without any injury, though
at first we thought she was not hurt. But as soon as she recovered a
little from her dreadful fright we saw to our great sorrow that one of
her wings hung down in a most sad and helpless manner. I turned away
shuddering.

"Is it quite broked, Mamma?" asked my little brother Charley. He looked
at it with the greatest interest and curiosity. "Horrid little boy, I
said to myself! And it does seem sometimes as if boys had very little
feeling, though I don't really think so of poor Charley.

"Oh, Mamma," I said, still shutting my eyes, "if she is so badly hurt,
it would be better to put her out of her agony at once. Couldn't you
give her chloroform or some stuff like what they kill horses with in the
streets in Paris?"

"It's not so bad as all that," said Mamma cheerfully. "Sally, you
mustn't be silly. Open your eyes--there is nothing dreadful to see."

I had to open my eyes then--Mamma was holding Coo-coo tenderly in her
hand. I wondered how she had courage to do it. The poor little thing
seemed to know her, and to nestle down confidingly.

"I don't think it hurts her except when she tries to stick it out," said
Charley.

"No, I don't think it does," said Mamma, "but I'd like some one who
understands little birds, to see her."

"If the gracious lady will excuse me saying so," said the landlord's
daughter, who was standing close by full of sympathy, "there is a
gentleman near here who makes it his business to bring up little
canaries from eggs. He is very clever. We might go to see him, and ask
him to look at the poor wing."

"Certainly," said Mamma, "that would be a very good idea. But I don't
quite know how to take Coo-coo. I am afraid it is not good for her to
hold her so long in my hand, and the cage is completely smashed."

"We have an empty cage--a very small one, that used to hang at the door
with our old starling," said the good-natured Anna, and off she ran for
it.

We settled Coo-coo as well as we could with some cotton-wool for her to
rest upon. But once in the cage, s