May, Carrie L. / 2008-08-02 00:00:00

She did not
like to disturb him; but she wanted to know if the other eye was open.
Bertie came up, with the box in his hand. He watched the bird closely
for a moment.
"No need to turn him over," he said, sadly. "He is asleep clear
through."
"Waked up on one side," persisted Flora; but Bertie knew that the robin
would never wake again. He dropped the box, and took up the poor little
bird. It was quite dead.
When Flora saw the drooping head, and knew that the birdy would never
hop about and chirp or eat worms any more, she cried bitterly. It was
too bad for it to go and die just as she was getting acquainted. They
would have had such nice times together when the new cage was done.
"Never mind," said Bertie; but he too felt very sorry. He had been
looking forward to a tame bird in a pretty cage, singing the sweetest of
songs. And now that could never be.
"Get well, some time," sobbed Flora.
"Never," said Bertie, at which Flora cried louder than ever.
"We must bury him, and forget all about it."
"Have a funeral?"
"Yes."
"In a pretty box?"
"Yes."
Flora wiped her eyes. The prospect of a funeral was consoling. It helped
her to forget her loss.
"Tie a ribbon round your hat?"
"If you wish."
"Mine too?"
"Yes."
"And wait till Charley and Amy come?"
"Yes, dear."
"Goody!"
She caught up Dinah, and went skipping about the porch.
"Going to have a funeral. Did you know it? Why don't you ask who is
dead? Course somebody is.
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