A child went up to a lark and said:  ``Good lark, have you any young ones?''
 
``Yes, child, I have,'' said the mother lark, ``and they are very pretty ones, indeed.''  Then she pointed to the little birds and said:  ``This is Fair Wing, that is Tiny Bill, and that other is Bright Eyes.''
 
``At home, we are three,'' said the child, ``myself and two sisters.  Mother says that we are pretty children, and she loves us.''
 
To this the little larks replied:  ``Oh, yes, OUR mother is fond of us, too.''
 
``Good mother lark,'' said the child, ``will you let Tiny Bill go home with me and play?''
 
Before the mother lark could reply, Bright Eyes said:  ``Yes, if you will send your little sister to play with us in our nest.''
 
``Oh, she will be so sorry to leave home,'' said the child; ``she could not come away from our mother.''
 
``Tiny Bill will be so sorry to leave our nest,'' answered Bright Eyes, ``and he will not go away from OUR mother.''
 Then the child ran away to her mother, saying: ``Ah, every one is fond of home!''