CHAPTER XIV 



NEW RIVALS 



HE stormy moon of March 

 was nearly over when a 

 change came on their happy 

 comradeship. Silvergray 

 seemed to beget a coolness, 

 a singular aloofness. If they were on the 

 same branch together she did not sit 

 touching him. If he moved to where she 

 chanced to stand, and tried, as a thousand 

 times before, to snuggle up, she moved 

 away. The cloud, whatever it was, grew 

 bigger. In vain he sought by pleasing 

 acts to win her back. She had definitely 

 turned against him, and the climax came 

 when one evening they climbed to their 

 finished, set, and furnished house. She 



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