"Oh dear," sighed old Biddy, just under her breath, "I really am troubled and worried to death! For months I have thought of a family, dear, To gladden my heart, and to live with me here.
"But daily I find that my plans are upset, And all I can do is to sit here and fret — I haven't a sign of an egg in my nest, Though some I have laid are as good as the best.
"I scolded last night when my mistress came near, But though she was bitten, she seemed not to fear; She only said, 'Biddy, what are you about?' And then through the doorway she simply passed out.
"I don't understand it; I cannot see why; For surely to be a good mother I'd try; Although I would see that they did as I said!" And Biddy, in sorrow and grief hung her head.
So deep was the longing of poor Biddy's heart, She felt that with life she was ready to part; But glancing about in her trouble and pain