Dinner at Noon. 



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of the creature's earnest but not unmusical 

 warbling of such words as witchery, witchery, 

 witch ! Plunge into some thicket and shut your- 

 self from the world by a surrounding wilderness 

 of twiggy growths, and meet face to face a Caro- 

 lina wren. The bird may be a bit surprised at 



your intrusion, but it really does not mean dis- 

 respect if, as is likely, it demands, " How'd ye 

 get here?" with startling emphasis, and follows 

 the question with a peremptory " Get out, get 

 out, get out !" You will be astonished at first, 

 then amused, and so entertained that the ap- 



