A little girl sat reading under a tree one morning in early spring, when she suddenly heard a great chirping overhead. Just as she looked up, a little, wee sparrow, that couldn't fly, came tumbling into her lap. "Well, you dear little birdie," said she, soothing it so it wouldn't be frightened, "you didn't fall without your Father this time, did you?" With that she carefully emptied her lunch out of her little lunch basket; made a soft little bed in it out of a napkin and her pocket handkerchief; then with her hair ribbon tied the basket securely round her neck. Gaily climbing the tree to the tip-top branch, she replaced the little sparrow in its nest among its little brothers and sisters. Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow seemed to feel a friend was near, and hovered about quietly awaiting results. When the little girl had returned to her book, and peace and harmony reigned again, such a gladsome song of gratitude poured forth from this happy pair, as never was heard before.