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MR. AND MRS. CHEWINK 



IT was a May morning, clear and warm, the 

 time was half -past five. It was my breakfast- 

 hour and a pert chickadee had just whistled 

 "Tea's ready," to the other birds, when I 

 heard in the bushes near by a bird voice call 

 out " Chewink," in answer to the chickadee. 

 My breakfast-table was a dry-goods box and 

 this morning it was under a pine-tree. A 

 newspaper served for a table-cloth. Break- 

 fast under the pines was a grand affair, and 

 I was sorry when a year later I had dropped 

 the custom for a breakfast in the city. When 

 I sat down to breakfast my woodland orches- 

 tra was in full swing. The musicians num- 

 bered one song sparrow, one robin, one che- 

 wink, or towhee-bunting, one catbird, three 

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