MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



Bread, moistened with water, was the most 

 available food, and on this he subsisted un- 

 til one day when I found it more convenient 

 to give him biscuit. Naturally, for this pur- 

 pose, I selected the simplest of wafers. 

 After having once tested the new food, he 

 scornfully rejected bread, yet we had never 

 fancied that any taste or discrimination 

 could be connected with the gobbling per- 

 formance we had dignified by the name of 

 eating. 



The wide-open beak soon learned to 

 close on a spoon, and both drink and food 

 disappeared down the yellow lane, accom- 

 panied by the chattering without which 

 young birds seem unable to relish their 

 meals. 



Since the days of Chupes' babyhood I 

 have watched, with interest, various meth- 

 ods pursued by friends of mine in their at- 

 tempts to raise young robins. It was, at 

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