BIRD STORIES 



smiled just because he had a wa}^ of making 3^ou feel 

 happy from the minute he began. 



He sat on a small branch, and looked down from his 

 pulpit with a dear nod of his little head, which would 



Firs that pointed to the sky. 



have made 3^ou want to cuddle him in the hollow of your 

 two hands. 



His robe was of gray and white and buff -colored 

 feathers, and he wore a black-feather cap and bib. 



He began by singing his name. ''Chick, D.D.,'' he 



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