He had evidently gone to the warm place , and been surprised when the heat died out and left him to freeze . My poor little Buzz had sung his last song , danced his last dance , and gone where the good flies go . I was very sorry and buried him among the ivy roots , where the moss lay green above him , the sun shone warmly on him , and the bitter cold could never come . I miss him very much ; when I sit writing , I miss his cheerful voice and busy wings ; at meals there is no tiny little body to drink up spilt drops and eat the crumbs : in the evenings , when I sit alone , I want him more than ever , and every day , as I water my plants , I say , softly , -- ` Grow green , ivy , lie lightly , moss , shine warmly , sun , and make his last bed pleasant to my little friend . ' THE CHILDREN 'S JOKE . ' `` You ca n't do this '' and `` you must n't do that , '' from morning to night . Try it yourself and see how you 'd like it , ' muttered Harry , as he flung down his hat in sulky obedience to his father 's command to give up a swim in the river and keep himself cool with a book that warm summer evening . ` Of course I should like to mind my parents . Good children always do , ' began Mr. Fairbairn , entirely forgetting the pranks of his boyhood , as people are apt to . ` Glad I did n't know you then . Must have been a regular prig , ' growled Harry under his breath . ` Silence , sir ! go to your room , and do n't let me see you till tea-time . You must be taught respect as well as obedience , ' and Mr. Fairbairn gave the table a rap that caused his son to retire precipitately . On the stairs he met his sister Kitty looking as cross as himself . ` What 's the matter with you ? ' he asked , pausing a minute , for misery loves company . ` Mamma will make me dress up in a stiff clean frock , and have my hair curled over again just because some one may come . I want to play in the garden , and I ca n't all fussed up this way . I do hate company and clothes and manners , do n't you ? '
answered XXXXX , with a spiteful pull at her sash . '
Buzz Harry Kitty crumbs evenings left minute night prig tea-time