himself again, and slept in it with baby all the next night, and many
nights after.

But long before his father got well, his mother's savings were
all but gone. She did not say a word about it in the hearing
of her husband, lest she should distress him; and one night,
when she could not help crying, she came into Diamond's room that
his father might not hear her. She thought Diamond was asleep,
but he was not. When he heard her sobbing, he was frightened,
and said--

"Is father worse, mother?"

"No, Diamond," she answered, as well as she could; "he's a good
bit better."

"Then what are you crying for, mother?"

"Because my money is almost all gone," she replied.

"O mammy, you make me think of a little poem baby and I learned
out of North Wind's book to-day. Don't you remember how I bothered
you about some of the words?"

"Yes, child," said his mother heedlessly, thinking only of what she
should do after to-morrow.

Diamond began and repeated the poem, for he had a wonderful memory.

A little bird sat on the edge of her nest;