Mr. and Mrs, Wren, who had been married that morning, sat perched on a branch of a tree, looking very doleful as the rain came pour down, making the tittle wife in her neat brown dress—for she had said to her mate the day before will wear my brown gown, and never
look very unhappy. She nestled up against reeled hange riy ad Mr. Wren, and uesrly suooeeded in pualing him off the tiny branch on which they had hurriedly flown in their sore distress, for sad late, Mr. Wren had, with the help of his lady love, before the wedding day built a dear litle cosy west high up in a pine tree, but the ever wicked Mr. Cuckoo had taken possession of it when the owners were being married and having 4 jollification amongst their friends.
am so sorry, love," said the mate, "to have brought you out in the cold."
"Don't mention it, dear," she said sweetly, though she wondered why he said "out" when they bad never been in."
"We might possibly stay the night wich the Cuckoo," he suggested.
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