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86 it was, with a sharp wind, and no sun or any thing green to make it pleasant! I went far away over the fields, and sat down to rest. While I sat there, a little bird came by, and stopped to rest also.

How do you do?' said I.

Chick-a-dee-dee,' said he.

A cold day,' said I.

Chick-a-dee-dee,' said he.

Aren't you afraid of starving, now the ground is covered and the trees are bare?'

Chick-a-dee-dee, ma'am, chick-a-dee-dee!" answered the bird in the same cheerful tone. And it sounded as if he said, 'I shall be cared for. I'm not afraid.'

What will you eat? There's nothing here or for miles round. I really think you'll starve, birdie,' said I.

"Then he laughed, and gave me a merry look as he lit on a tall, dry weed near by. He shook it hard with his little bill; when down fell a shower of seeds, and there was dinner all ready on a snow-white cloth. All the while he ate he kept looking up at me with his quick, bright eyes; and, when he had done, he said, as plainly as a bird could say it:

'Cold winds may blow,
 * And snows may fall,

But well we know
 * God cares for all.