The Cockatoos Story | Page 8

it hard; and you would look upon the person who held you captive,

however kind he was, as a foe instead of a friend."
"And are you still longing for your freedom so much, Cockatoo?" said
Herbert, who could not bear the idea of any of his pets being unhappy.
"Oh yes, sir," said the poor cockatoo. "I often feel how delightful it
would be if I could get this ring off my foot and fly away to the
shrubbery; and how I should rejoice to plunge in that little pond where
you have your gold-fish."
"Now, I should like to give you your heart's desire, Cockatoo; but if I
set you at liberty in this country you would die. We have no orange,
lemon, or coffee trees in our garden; and though we have apples and
pears in plenty, you could not stand the long cold nights. But I'll tell
you what I will do: if you will make a promise not to fly far, and to
return to your cage when I call you, I shall let you free to fly about in
the shrubbery; and you can bathe in the pond, if you do not harm the
fish."
"Oh, thank you, Master Herbert," cried the cockatoo. "I'll come back at
a moment's notice,--I really will."
"Mee-a-ow, mew," cried Polly, imitating the cry of a cat. "Beware of
Miss Puss."
"You're right, Polly; that is very amiable of you," said Herbert. "Now,
here goes, Cockatoo, and I shall expect you to report yourself, as uncle
might say, in an hour's time." With that he opened the cage door, and
with a glad scream away flew the cockatoo.
"I don't know if I have done right or not, Polly," said Herbert. "I hope
he will return, else my uncle will be very angry. He thought Cockatoo
was the finest bird he had ever seen of the kind. Come now, Polly, you
promised to tell me your history after Cockatoo had told his."
"Oh no, sir, I made no promise," said Mrs. Polly, walking up and down
the perch very fast, turning at each end with a graceful and coquettish
air. "After such a wonderful story as we have heard, it would quite

spoil it to listen to such an old, humdrum affair as mine."
[Illustration: FREEDOM FOR AN HOUR.
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"Now, Polly, don't be cross," said Herbert; "the fairy must have fancied
you could tell a good thing, else she wouldn't have said what she did."
"Oh, she had no idea I could tell a story," said Polly; "she only meant
that, considering my great age, I ought to be able to give you a word of
good advice. She only said it out of politeness."
"A fairy would be sure to know all about you," said Herbert, "and
would never say what she didn't mean."
"Ah, there's more than fairies do that," said Polly, pausing to shake her
head. "I once knew a little boy who said to his cousin, 'Oh, I hope your
mamma will let you come again on Saturday;' and then, when his
cousin was out of hearing, he turned and said, 'I hope he won't get leave
to come, he's such a cross-patch.'"
"O Polly, what a sly rogue you are! I see I shall have to be careful what
I say before you," said Herbert.
"I hate deceit," said Polly. "Ah, I knew a man who was well punished
for a fine trick he played; and about a bird of my species, too."
"Do tell it me, Polly, there's a dear," said Herbert.
"Well, I was once the favourite Polly of an old bird-stuffer," said Mrs.
Polly; "and great pains he took to teach me many songs and words of
your language, and very proud he was when I managed to say them. He
was so very fond of me, that after I had gone to bed, with my head on
my back, he would creep downstairs and repeat the words he had been
dinning into my ears all day; and just to get rid of him, more than to
please him, I used to say them correctly, and so off he would go to bed
as pleased as possible. One day a gentleman brought two birds to be

stuffed, and I heard him say they were trogons. Now, they are very rare
birds; and after the gentleman went away, my master exclaimed, 'I have
long been wanting a bird of this kind. I think I could manage to make
one to myself out of some of the feathers!'
"Now, the very night before, my master had come down with his red
night-cap on his head to teach me to say, 'Honesty is the best policy;'
because he wanted me to call out to the