Henrietta, (pinching her ears) so you think
it would have served me right, do you? I like every body to be
served right, and I think I am now serving you right.

_Henrietta._ Oh!

_Alderman._ Pray, Miss, mind what you say another time, or you
will get into disgrace, depend upon it.

The servant coming in at this instant, put a stop to what Mrs.
Bumble was going to say. She had opened her mouth in the greatest
rage, but the servant giving her a shilling, as change out of
the guinea, and giving Henrietta the cage, she was forced to
shut it. I had now the sad fortune to be put into a cage, exactly
resembling that in which I lived at Mrs. Howard's. I had no sooner
entered my new habitation, than I was set to work, and kept at it
almost an hour; at which time the alderman pulled Henrietta away
by force. A coach stopping at the door, hindered any dispute that
might have arisen from the treatment of the alderman; for out
jumped four young ladies, and two young gentlemen, who had been
invited to spend the evening. Their names were, John and Emily
Shepherd, James and Caroline Churchill, Eliza Careful, and
Fanny Fairchild. The usual compliments being over, the following
conversation ensued.

_CHAPTER V._

_Emily._ Bless me, Henrietta, where did you get that pretty
squirrel.

_Henrietta._ Ay, where now do you think I got that pretty
squirrel? Why, Emily, if I was to tell you to guess a hundred
times, you would never find it out. I found it in my cap
yesterday morning, as I was going to dress.

_Caroline._ Where?

_Emily._ No, surely!

_James_ and _John_. In your cap?

_Henrietta._ Yes, I did, I assure you. I was going to put it on,
but I saw what was in it, and mamma was so kind as to buy me that
nice cage. You cannot think how prettily he goes round. You shall
see him presently.

_Fanny._ Oh dear, Henrietta, I have a sad tale to tell you. You
know the pretty canary bird the baker gave me; well, what do
you think William did? he cut off half its tail, and part of
its wings.

_Henrietta._ Why, that was nothing to what my papa did. He is
not in the room, so I can safely tell you; he cut off half my
squirrel's tail with his scissars, as coolly as if he had been
peeling an orange.

_All the party._ How cruel!

_Henrietta._ And all because he fell down, in endeavouring to
get it.

_Emily._ And so he revenged himself on the Squirrel, that was
not right.

_Fanny._ Right! indeed I think not; he deserved