H2 About the Feathered Folk. 



Of course she don't. How should 

 she?" 



" How did you make friends with 

 the Pigeon ? " I asked. 



He stroked the sleek little head 

 soberly for a while before he 

 answered. 



" I was one day the pain was 

 sore I was sitting here all 

 alone " 



"Yes?" 



" Perhaps I was crying, kind of 

 moaning, anyway ; and Laura was 

 out of sight, and I was wanting bad 

 to get off home. Then she came 

 down to my shoulder, she did, my 

 pretty, pretty bird ! and she moaned 

 too, it's true she did, like as 

 though she were sorry . . . and 

 her soft head came against my 

 cheek, rubbing up quite fearless. I 

 had some bread that day, for 

 father'd gone to Chatham, and we 

 were to stay out all day, and had 

 taken our dinners with us. And 



