Could it be possible that Mr. pine finch was so careful that he lost a bud only once in a long time—perhaps only once a year?
And then all at once he discovered what Mr. pine finch was doing.
At last the breakfast parties beneath Mr. pine finch's favorite tree came to an end.
And afterward he often wondered what would have happened to him if he119 hadn't met Mr. pine finch early one morning.
At first Dickie couldn't quite see what Mr. pine finch was about.
And he couldn't help thinking that Mr. pine finch was even odder than he sounded.
Mr. pine finch fluttered to a perch on a limb and looked down in great surprise.
Mr. pine finch exclaimed, gazing down at Dickie as if he were greatly surprised to see him lingering beneath the tree.
And the next morning, when he went back to the tree where he had found Mr. pine finch, his eighteen cousins followed him.
Anyhow, Mr. pine finch did not fail to appear at that tree a single morning during the rest of the winter.