CHAPTER XXXV 



THE SISKIN 



Is not a bird of the fens, though in spring his song there 

 recalls the sedge-warbler, and his peculiar little call, like 

 that of a miniature guinea-fowl, may be heard among the 

 plantings. But he never stays by mere or river to cradle 

 his young, and 'tis a pity ; for a dearer, coyer little fellow 

 never lived. Bright and quick as are most insect-eaters, he 

 is one of the most attractive of pets. Running over the 

 bars of his cage, his little sedge-warbler-like head darting 

 this way and that, creeping about his quarters like a mouse, 

 yet affectionate withal; stopping to eat seed from your 

 finger, and anon playing at hide-and-seek through the nest- 

 ing cubicles, then diving down to his pond and chirping so 

 prettily ere he begins again to flirt with you, as first he 

 would and then he wouldn't — for he is typical of lovely 

 woman — willing, yet unwilling; giving, and yet refusing; 

 leading you on, then throwing you off; affectionate one 

 moment, inconstant another, he is the very maiden of birds, 

 and the most desirable to keep by you. 



