CHAPTER XXXV 

 THE SISKIN 



IS 'not a bird of the fens, though in spring his song there 

 recalls the sedge-warbler, and his peculiar little call, like 

 that of a miniature guinea-fowl, may be heard among the 

 plantings. But he never stays by mere or river to cradle 

 his young, and 'tis a pity ; for a dearer, coyer little fellow 

 never lived. Bright and quick as are most insect-eaters, he 

 is one of the most attractive of pets. Running over the 

 bars of his cage, his little sedge-warbler-like head darting 

 this way and that, creeping about his quarters like a mouse, 

 yet affectionate withal; stopping to eat seed from your 

 finger, and anon playing at hide-and-seek through the nest- 

 ing cubicles, then diving down to his pond and chirping so 

 prettily ere he begins again to flirt with you, as first he 

 would and then he wouldn't for he is typical of lovely 

 woman willing, yet unwilling; giving, and yet refusing; 

 leading you on, then throwing you off; affectionate one 

 moment, inconstant another, he is the very maiden of birds, 

 and the most desirable to keep by you. 



