child in
that auto."
"Why no, there isn't," said Mr. Mead. "There's nobody in my machine
but----"
"Let me out! Oh, let me out!" cried the voice again.
"There!" exclaimed Grandma Bell.
A queer look came over Mr. Mead's face. Then he laughed. Once more the
voice sounded.
"Let me out! Let me out!"
"Who is it?" asked Grandma Bell.
"Why that's Bill Hixon's parrot!" said the owner of the big auto. "I've
got him in a cage in the back of my car. He's doing that yelling. I forgot
all about him!"
"Are you sure it's a parrot and not a child in there?" asked Grandma Bell.
"Oh, sure!" answered Mr. Mead. "There he goes again. Listen!"
Again came the cry:
"Let me out! Let me out! Take me with you! Oh my eye, give me some pie!"
And this time it could be told that the voice was that of a parrot,
though, at first, it had sounded like a little child crying.
"Now you keep still there, Polly," said Mr. Mead.
"Polly wants a cracker! Give Polly a cracker!" shrieked the parrot.
"I'll give you a fire-cracker if you don't keep still," said Mr. Mead with
a laugh.
"Well, I do declare!" said Grandma Bell. "How did Bill Hixon's parrot get
in your auto, Mr. Mead?"
"Oh, Bill's sending him over to his mother's to keep for him while he's
off in the woods lumbering," said Mr. Mead. "He knew I was coming up this
way, Bill Hixon did, so he asked me to bring his parrot along. I put the
bird in his cage under the back-seat of the auto, and I forgot all about
him, or her, whichever it is. I guess Polly has been asleep all the while
until just now."
"Oh, let us see the parrot!" begged Rose. "I love to hear them talk," and
she tucked her doll under her arm and walked toward the auto.
"Be careful, he might bite!" said Mother Bunker.
"Oh, he's in a cage--he or she--whichever it is," said Mr. Mead. "Bill
said the parrot was a good one, and likes children. I guess it won't hurt
any to let the tots see the bird."
Mr. Mead opened a sort of little cupboard under the back seat of his
Notka biograficzna
Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.