"It has not forgotten its English words, though," murmured
Catharine. "What may be the meaning of these words which the bird is
screaming all the time?"

"That beautiful Mrs. Shaw taught Paperl to pronounce them,
Catharine. I do not know their precise meaning, but they commence as
follows: 'Forget me not, forget me not--' Good Heaven! the bird has
commenced screaming again. I am sure it has not had any sugar to-
day. Where is Conrad? He ought to attend to the bird."

"He has gone down town. The doctor has given him several errands."

"Good Heaven! the screams are almost intolerable. Go, Catharine, and
give poor Paperl a piece of sugar."

"I dare not, madame; it always snaps at me with its abominable beak,
and if the chain did not prevent it from attacking me, it would
scratch out my eyes."

"I am afraid of it, too," said the lady, anxiously; "nevertheless we
cannot permit the bird to go on in this manner. Just listen to it--
it is yelling as though it were going to be roasted. It will disturb
my husband, and you know the doctor is composing a new piece. Come,
Catharine, we must quiet the bird. I will give him the sugar."

"And I shall take my knitting-needles along, and if it should try to
bite, I will hit it on the beak. Let us go now, madame."

And the two women walked boldly across the anteroom, toward the door
of the small parlor, in order to commence the campaign against the