The Lark and Her Young


There was a brood of larks in a field of wheat which was just ripe and the mother looking everyday for reapers, left word when she went out in search of food that her children should report to her all the news they heard. One day while she was away the farmer came to look at the state of his crop. "It is full time to call in my neighbors and get my wheat reaped," he said. When the old lark came home the little ones begged her to take them to a safer place. "Time enough," said she, "if he trusts to his neighbors he will have to wait awhile for his harvest."