DAILY DOINGS 



ing the entrance was twice as big as it should be. 

 This did not please me at all, the quarters were too near 

 my own for comfort and I had the man take down the 

 box, tear out the mouse's dwelling and put a new front 

 on with a hole the proper size for wrens. On my re 

 turn from a brief visit in town I found that Mr. Mouse, 

 not at all discouraged, had reenlarged the entrance hole 

 and was very comfortably fixed inside for the winter. 



"What can we do?" I asked in despair of our re 

 sourceful gardener. 



"A bit of tin might be a good thing," he suggested, 

 "he can't gnaw that." 



So the mouse's warm coverings of softest yellow fluff 

 were mercilessly thrown out, even the wren's tiny twigs 

 cleared away, another front put in reenforced with tin 

 carefully smoothed on the edges to avoid hurting the 

 feathers of a bird and the fresh box was replaced ready 

 for the first spring visitor. 



October 31. At six in the morning an orange sun 

 rise reflected in the still lake, a faint morning star in a 

 gleaming sky and then a fiery ball appears above the 



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