MR, CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



bird penned in a cage, neither a bakery nor 

 a confectioner's establishment has any such 

 fascination. Jenny had no doubt often 

 beaten herself against her prison bars in her 

 efforts to escape. In some way or other 

 the feathers had been worn from around 

 her beak, leaving the flesh raw. Her back 

 was humped from her inability to stand 

 erect in her close quarters; her wing feath- 

 ers were broken and draggled; her breast 

 was so muddy and food-encrusted as to 

 have almost lost its original color; and this 

 poor, frightened, wretched, almost de- 

 formed bird was the mate selected for the 

 refined Mr. Chupes! 



I am glad to say that it had been no easy 

 matter to obtain even Jenny, because it 

 proved that few robins had been trapped 

 during the season, or, at any rate, had sur- 

 vived their imprisonment. As I looked at 

 this pitiful object, scuttling around my 



