So, as they went along the snowy road, they looked about them, half in earnest, half in fun. Suddenly Tilly sprang forward, exclaiming,—
'I see it! I've found it!'
The others followed, but all stopped disappointed; for it wasn't a purse, it was only a little bird. It lay upon the snow with its wings spread and feebly fluttering, as if too weak to fly. Its little feet were benumbed with cold; its once bright, eyes were dull with pain, and instead of a blithe song, it could only utter a faint chirp, now and then, as if crying for help.
'Nothing but a stupid old robin; how provoking!' cried Kate, sitting down to rest.
'I shan't touch it. I found one once, and took care of it, and the ungrateful thing flew away the minute it was well,' said Bessy, creeping under Kate's shawl, and putting her hands under her chin to warm them.
