MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



ful feelings towards the Canadian cannibal 

 and all his family!), and how it happens that 

 a little red squirrel and I are the closest of 

 friends, and that he is certain to find a 

 hearty welcome when he comes to my win- 

 dow for his daily meal. He is the " certain 

 quadruped " of which I have already made 

 rather mysterious mention, and his story 

 will take you back to the New Jersey home 

 in the neighborhood of the grove. 



I was awakened very early one summer 

 morning by a mysterious rattling of the 

 slats of my most remote blinds, and, before 

 I could investigate the matter, the strange 

 performance began at a second set of blinds 

 and then passed on to a third. 



Burglars were out of the question. The 

 world was too wideawake to encourage 

 housebreakers. Purple grackles were 

 croaking and seesawing in chorus, robins 

 urging the world to universal cheerfulness, 

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