IRDS are only another
expression of God’s love,
and we are told that not
even a sparrow shall fall
to the ground without the notice of
the Father.
Birds are poetry come to life and
set to music. If you should stand
at the edge of a forest at sundown
and hear the birds singing their
good-night songs, hear the sleepy
little notes grow fainter and fainter
until the silence came,—then when
the dusk had deepened, you should
hear the night birds begin their
plaintive songs, you would realize
what a different place our beautiful
world would be without birds.
Even in great cities we have
always some birds. The saucy little
sparrow, who comes so boldly begging
crumbs at your window, likes
the cities best.
Only very thoughtless people, or
those who do not understand, would
harm or frighten a bird.
They are real little people, and
I am sure that when you have come
to know them you will love them as
much as you have learned to love
the Flower Children.
The publishers and the author
have received so many letters from
parents commending Flower Children
for its instructive features, and
from children, demanding “more”
delightful play-mates, that they offer
“Bird Brothers and Sisters,” believing
that “The little playmates of the
Flower Children” will prove as welcome
visitors as “The Little Cousins
of the Fields and Garden.”
The author and the artist wish to
thank the children for their many
expressions of interest and for their
loyal support.
ELIZABETH GORDON
M. T. ROSSBETH GORDON
