MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



a few rods farther up was the little old 

 church; the plain, unpretentious mother 

 of several large, fine-looking, prosperous 

 daughters in neighboring parishes. People 

 generally came early to services in order to 

 secure an opportunity for a visit to the 

 quiet God's-acre at the back of the church; 

 and both coming and going they learned to 

 halt on the hillside to look up at the win- 

 dow for the two redbreasts and the little 

 yellow-ball. They were seldom disap- 

 pointed, for here, on Sunday mornings, the 

 birds were usually seen, perched on the 

 backs of chairs, inspecting the church- 

 goers. 



I always made everything secure before 

 going to service, so I had no anxiety about 

 the little friends and I frequently joined the 

 hillside congregation and listened outside 

 my window to a rousing Chupes and Dickie 

 concert, Jenny (her little charge always at 



