MISS JENNY'S FORLORN ADVENT 



way through her wretched feathers, she 

 threw back her head, opened her beak, 

 spread her poor tattered wings, and, gazing 

 directly at the beneficent orb, she gave 

 thanks in a way that would no doubt put 

 many of our thanksgiving exercises to 

 shame. 



Shortly after this Chupes took his re- 

 freshing morning bath, Jenny meanwhile 

 observing him attentively, and, as soon 

 as he had vacated the basin, she jumped in. 



We judged it was the first bath of her life. 

 Such a wild splashing, splurging and duck- 

 ing, and, when it was all over, a basin of 

 such brown water! 



The performance was hardly ended, how- 

 ever, when she seemed to experience a re- 

 vulsion of feeling. It was evident that she 

 bitterly regretted the experiment. Her 

 feathers, unaccustomed to the oiling that 

 free birds know so well how to give them- 

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