MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



were being hurled by the mad March winds 

 past the very windows of the room in which 

 they slept. After the safety of the human 

 beings was insured, the helpless little crea- 

 tures in the cages were cared for. What 

 was the saving of the most precious of in- 

 animate household gods compared with 

 the security of these loving, trusting, help- 

 less living things! 



It was during the birds' second winter 

 with me that I had them photographed. 

 The first attempt was in a green-house. 

 This resulted in several failures and one suc- 

 cess; but it was evident that experiments 

 would have to be made with several cam- 

 eras before the most satisfactory results 

 could be obtained. And, as the artist could 

 not bring his entire photographic parapher- 

 nalia to the green-house, we went to the 

 studio. 



The birds were at first rather alarmed at 

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