1 1 4 A bout the Feathered Folk. 



good and of comfort. Certainly 

 He had stooped to remember this 

 poor crippled waif, and had sent 

 him now a little spring of loving 

 pleasantness, a glimpse of freedom 

 and beauty by means of a city Dove. 



And that small well-spring has 

 swelled into a larger river than I 

 had imagined then, both for himself 

 and Laura and, perhaps, for me. 



A friend of mine, living in a Mid- 

 land valley, possessing a fine house, 

 lovely children, gardens, horses 

 most things that go to make up the 

 outside joys of life bethinks her- 

 self of the London poor, who are 

 pent always under the pall of 

 London smoke, bounded always 

 about by the vastness of the town. 



And she has prepared a cottage 

 just outside her gates a sweet 

 cottage, about which honeysuckles 

 grow, and where hollyhocks stand 

 tall against the hedge and here 

 she entertains four or five children 



