RESTING TIME OF THE BIRDS 



in agonizing tones for more, and no one 

 not cognizant of the facts would have 

 believed that they were ever fed. The 

 lamb that loved Mary so, and followed 

 her also, was not a circumstance to the 

 clamorous devotion of those two young 

 crows toward me, their foster parent. 



My one fear for weeks was that the 

 resident agent for the S. P. C. A., who 

 was a vigilant and tender-hearted lady 

 of undoubted indiscretion, would hear 

 their evidently unanswered appeals and 

 proceed against me. She could have 

 convicted me on the evidence in any dis- 

 trict court in Norfolk County; and yet 

 those young birds were eating everything 

 there was in the place outside of cold 

 storage. 



Such is the appetite of the growing 

 bird. Yet there comes a time in the 

 passing of the summer when the young- 

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