MISS JENNY'S FORLORN ADVENT 



heartened little bird, and no wonder. From 

 the length of the shoe-lace she did not suc- 

 ceed in stowing away, I knew that she had 

 swallowed about eight inches of the poison- 

 ous stuff: enough to kill a strong child. 

 There was nothing to be done for her, so 

 we left her to die, as we supposed. But her 

 strong constitution (for strong it was, in 

 spite of everything) and her vim seemed to 

 bring her around, and before the day was 

 over she was frisking about as usual and 

 eating as greedily as ever. 



That was her last raid on a shoe-lace, but 

 she made one other experiment in the 

 string line before graduating from such ex- 

 ercises. 



She was fond of perching on the upper 

 window-sashes where the shade-strings 

 hung within easy reach. Her playfulness 

 had come gradually to her, but after a time 

 she learned to frisk and romp like Chupes, 

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