BIRD STORIES 



there one much loveher. Her wedding garment was the 

 purest white; and instead of a veil she wore, draped 

 from her shoulders, snowy plumes of rare beauty, which 

 reached to the bottom of her gown, where the dainty 

 tips curled up a bit, then hung like the finest fringe. 



The Soldier watched her as she stood alone at the edge 

 of the water, so small and white and slender against the 

 great cypress trees bearded with Spanish moss, and 

 thought she made a picture he could never forget. And 

 when her mate came out to her, in a white wedding-robe 

 like her own, with its filmy cape of mist-fine plumes, 



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She wore, draped from her sJioidders, s7iowi/ plumes of rare heaidy. 



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