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scold us for being there with that sharp, angry little 

 note of his, and then fly away. Nor would he take a 

 crumb from the table spread out of doors every day for 

 the birds that disdained not to be fed. The ivy and 



creepers that covered the cottage abounded with small 

 spiders, caterpillars, earwigs, chrysalids, and what not ; 

 that was good enough for him Thank you for your 

 kind intentions ! 



Looking from a window at a bed of roses a few feet 

 away, I discovered that the wren took as much pleasure 

 in a dust bath as any bird. He would come to the loose 



