"Oh, now he's going away," cried the little girl in despair. The contrast between her anxiety and the amusement of the others was marked. Every time she called to the bird it flitted to another limb, and every time the bird flitted she wrung her hands and cried. An empty cage upon a lawn bench told the story. "What's the matter?" said Pee-wee, going to the child and seeking his information first-hand. "Oh, I'll never get him," she sobbed. "He'll fly away in a minute and I'll never see him again." Pee-wee looked up into the branches and after some difficulty succeeded in locating a little bird somewhat smaller than a robin and as green as the foliage amid which it was so heedlessly disporting. "I see him," said Pee-wee. "Gee, don't you cry; we'll get him some way. We're scouts, we are, and we'll get him for you." His reassuring words did not seem to comfort the girl. "Oh, there he goes!" she cried. "Now he's going to fly away!" He did not fly away but merely flew to another limb and began to preen himself. For so small a bird he was attracting a great deal of notice in the world. Following Pee-wee's lead, others including Tom and Roy ventured upon the lawn, smiling and straining their eyes to follow the tantalizing movements of the little fugitive. "Of course," said Pee-wee to the girl, "it would be easy enough to shin up that tree--that would be a cinch--anybody could do that--I mean any _feller_--of course, a girl couldn't; but I'd only frighten him away." "You'll never get him," said one man. "What kind of a bird is it?" Tom asked. "It's a dwarf parrot," the girl sobbed, "and I'll never get him--never!" "You don't want to get discouraged," said Pee-wee. "Gee, there's always some way." The spectators evidently did not agree with him. Some of them remained about, smiling; others went away. The diminutive Pee-wee seemed to amuse them quite as much as the diminutive parrot, but all were agreed (as they continually remarked to each other) that the bird was a "goner." "Is he tame?" Roy asked. "He was _getting_ tame," the girl sobbed, "and he was learning to say my name. My father would give a hundred dollars--Oh," she broke off, "now he _is_ going away!" She began to cry pitifully. Pee-wee stood a moment thoughtfully. "Have you got a garden hose?" he presently asked. "Yes, but you're not going to squirt water at him," said the girl, indignantly. "If you get the garden hose," said Pee-wee, "I'll bring him down for you." "What are you going to do, kiddo?" Roy asked. "You'll see," said Pee-wee. The other boys looked at each other, puzzled. The girl looked half incredulously at Pee-wee and something in his manner gave her a feeling of hope. Most of the others laughed good-humoredly.