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enough to be eaten. In very cold weather, he 

 would fly to me, get under my cape, and nestle 

 down upon my neck. He often perched upon 

 my finger, and drew my needle and thread 

 away from me while I was sewing. At such 

 times, if any child approached me, and pulled 

 my dress, he would chase after the offender, 

 with his wings and tail spread, and apparently 

 in great anger. When I have been confined to 

 my bed, on account of sickness, the little pet 

 would visit my pillow many times during the 

 day, often creeping under the bed-clothes. At 

 such times, he was always low-spirited. When 

 he wanted to bathe, he would come up to me 

 with a very expressive look, and shake his 

 wings. On my return home from a visit, he 

 would always show his pleasure by a peculiar 

 sound." 



