MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



with great satisfaction, but when bed-time 

 came the critical inspection Jenny gave her 

 work seemed to reveal some defects. She 

 retired in an unusually thoughtful mood, 

 and even fell out of bed in her dreams. 

 This occurrence I attributed to a possible 

 nightmare in connection with the con- 

 stantly-added-to and never-growing nest. 

 At any rate, bright and early the next 

 morning she removed all her furnishings to 

 a nook where there was no delusive, mis- 

 leading foundation. 



I must relate a few incidents of a second 

 Canadian summer, one spent in the pictur- 

 esque valley of the St. Francis: 



We were near the river brink, on the very 

 outskirts of one of those typical straggling, 

 one-streeted Canadian villages. Hills and 

 dales, woods and clearings, genuine country 

 surroundings were our portion. No moun- 

 tains, and none of the primitive wildness of 

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