with her chin close against her breast. She 

 could not make them sufficiently safe nor half 

 lovely enough for the white, fragile treasures to 

 be cradled there. 



Artists though they be, the chebecs, never- 

 theless, are very tiresome birds. They think 

 that they can sing a sad, sorry, maddening 

 mistake. Mr. Chapman says the day that song 

 was distributed among the birds the chebecs sat 

 on a back seat. Would they had been out 



" Gathered half the gray hairs of a dandelion into her beak." 



catching flies ! In the chatter of the English 



sparrow, no matter how much I may resent his 



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