OUR BIRD HOSPITAL. 139 
morning at breakfast little Sister, the hospital nurse, 
was holding one of the wax-wings on her finger, when 
it began to snatch at the bread crumbs. It was as if 
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the little bird had been used to home-made bread all 
its life. 
We kept these two beautiful patients in our hospital 
until they were quite strong, and just before the last 
of the tourists went away they joined their friends and 
