house to live in, and Pol-ly feeds them e-ve-ry morn-ing with bar-ley
or peas. When they see her come with her lit-tle bas-ket, they all fly
down from the roof of the dove-cot, and will hop round her, perch on
her should-er, and eat from her hand. But if they see Top-sy steal-ing
un-der the Trees, or Car-lo run-ning o-ver the grass-plot, a-way they
all fly. The Pi-geons trust Pol-ly, but they will not trust sly puss,
nor rough Car-lo. Pret-ty, shy pets, are Pol-ly's pi-geons.

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Rab-bits are pret-ty mild crea-tures. Some-times they live on moors,
where they hide in bur-rows, which are holes in the ground, then they
run about the fields and eat the green corn, and tur-nip tops, and
some-times in win-ter are ve-ry hun-gry. But Har-ry's tame rab-bits
have a warm house, and plen-ty of clean straw, and fresh food e-ve-ry
day, and are as well off as rab-bits can be that are in pri-son.
Har-ry goes in-to the fields to pick clo-ver and rib grass for them,
the gar-den-er gives him let-tuce and cab-bage leaves; and he
some-times gives them dry corn, for he likes them to have a change of
food. The large, fine old rab-bit is call-ed Bun-ny. She is a great
pet.

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You see here Pol-ly and her Pet lamb. The mo-ther died in the cold wet
wea-ther in spring, and the poor lit-tle lamb would have died too, but
it was brought in-to the house and gi-ven to Pol-ly, who fed it with
warm milk through the spout of her doll's tea-pot e-ve-ry day, till it
grew so big that she used to bring it grass to eat. Pol-ly call-ed her
pet lamb Nan, and there nev-er was such a pet lamb. It fol-low-ed
Pol-ly up stairs to the nur-se-ry, and down to the school-room, and
round the fields when she walk-ed out; and Pol-ly said, "If Nan did
grow to be a great sheep, she should nev-er be kill-ed for mut-ton."

Lit-tle Pol-ly went e-ve-ry morn-ing to the Poul-try yard to see the
Poul-try wo-man feed the fowls. Her mam-ma had gi-ven her a Cock and a
Hen, and a fine brood of chickens, to be her own. She fed them
her-self, and they were al-ways rea-dy to come round her when they
heard her say, Chuck! chuck! Pol-ly was nev-er a-fraid of the fine,
bold Cock, even when he crow-ed so loud-ly that you might have heard
him a mile off. He was ve-ry fierce if a-ny o-ther cock came near his
fa-mi-ly, but he was quite tame with Pol-ly, and bow-ed like a
gen-tle-man when she gave him his bar-ley.

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