A NIGHT CALL 117 



We go slowly out to where Polly is waiting and 

 drive quietly out of the gateway. Hear the birds ! 

 Robins, bobolinks, catbirds, orioles, purple mar- 

 tins, a rare bird now, chewinks, purple 

 finches, ground sparrows, vireos, red-winged 

 blackbirds, bluebirds, pewees, summer yellow- 

 birds, warblers, chippys, wrens, oven-birds, and 

 every other bird that has a voice, are filling the 

 air with trills and warbles, chirps and fluty grace 

 notes. The air is full of the sweet scent of locust 

 blossoms and the woody smell of the pines. 



Everything speaks of life and love and happi- 

 ness, but back in a darkened room the G string 

 has snapped, and a life has gone out for all time. 



