MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



and making playful lunges at these partic- 

 ular strings seemed to afford her much 

 pleasure. Her favorite piece was thickly 

 knotted for several inches from the end, 

 and extremely hard. She danced gleefully 

 around it day after day in 'her moments of 

 recreation, and I had no thought of danger 

 in connection with the game. 



One morning I sat at my desk filing away 

 papers, under Chupes' supervision, while 

 Jenny played at one of the upper sashes. I 

 had no anxiety about her, and indeed had 

 forgotten her whereabouts, when I was 

 roused by an exclamation of horror. 



"Oh, oh! Hans Huckebein! Look, 

 look! " ejaculated a friend dramatically and 

 rather enigmatically as she entered my 

 room. 



" Where? " I asEed in alarm, too taken 

 by surprise to interpret the allusion. 



"There, there! On tHe window-sill. 

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