MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



into the beautiful red eyes; he spread his 

 battered wings and, with a cry of joy, he 

 went out into the tempest. 



No doubt the work of healing began with 

 the first beating of the storm against his 

 mangled body, and no doubt, with each 

 sweep of his bleeding wings, his exulting 

 heart sang, tree, free! 



I have frequently been asked if, in all the 

 five years during which I had my birds, I 

 never found the charge irksome; if I never 

 regretted having taken such a burden upon 

 myself. 



To this I answer unhesitatingly, never! 

 Their loss was a heartfelt grief to me, and I 

 daily miss their sweet companionship. The 

 possession of anything truly worth while 

 is attended by many trials and difficulties, 

 and in serving even our dearest ones we 

 may experience anxiety and fatigue. 



But putting the very highest estimate on 

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