'"andthentheyrepeatedtheformerjokeabout"portulak,"anddeclareditwasmostamusing.thentheyalllaydowntohaveanap.

theyhadbeenlyingasleepforsometime,whensuddenlysomethingwasthrownintotheyardforthemtoeat.itcamedownwithsuchabang,thatthewholecompanystartedupandclappedtheirwings.theportugueseawoketoo,andrushedovertotheotherside:insodoingshetroduponthelittlesinging-bird.

"tweet,"hecried;"youtrodveryharduponme,madam."

"well,then,whydoyoulieinmyway?"sheretorted,"youmustnotbesotouchy.ihavenervesofmyown,butidonotcry'tweet.'"

"don'tbeangry,"saidthelittlebird;"the'tweet'slippedoutofmybeakunawares."

theportuguesedidnotlistentohim,butbeganeatingasfastasshecould,andmadeagoodmeal.whenshehadfinished,shelaydownagain,andthelittlebird,whowishedtobeamiable,begantosing,-

"chirpandtwitter,

thedew-dropsglitter,

inthehoursofsunnyspring,

i'llsingmybest,

tilligotorest,

withmyheadbehindmywing."

"nowiwantrestaftermydinner,"saidtheportuguese;"youmustconformtotherulesofthehousewhileyouarehere.iwanttosleepnow."