Pigeons. i \ i 



They were old friends, dear 

 friends ; so much it was easy to see. 



The bird tramped up and down 

 the shabby jacket-sleeve with that 

 proud strutting step which is 

 specially reserved for moments of 

 intensest Pigeon-pleasure. It was 

 cooing meanwhile, uttering those 

 deep-throated murmurs that express 

 love better than any other sounds 

 save words from human lips. 



"Sometimes I bring her bread," 

 the lad said he had glanced up 

 and met my sympathizing glances ; 

 " but to-day I didn't know we were 

 a-coming to St. Paul's, and I didn't 

 save her a bit of my breakfast. 

 You see, Laura, there, chooses 

 generally to go to the Temple 

 Gardens." 



"And you have to go where 

 Laura likes ? " 



"She's good to me, is Laura," he 

 answered quickly. " And she don't 

 care for my bird here as / care 



