MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



to be done with the broken-hearted bird. 

 How earnestly I wished she might die ! 



It made no difference to her when we 

 took her dead playmate away. She knew 

 that the quiet form was not really he. In 

 vain were her favorite dishes placed before 

 her; she would not eat. As for the nest, 

 the building of which had been her chief 

 aim in life, she no longer gave it a thought. 

 I have never seen a wilder, more hopeless 

 sorrow. 



When night came she slept from sheer 

 exhaustion, but with the first faint streaks 

 of dawn (and during summer months day 

 begins very early in that far northern lati- 

 tude), the pitiful wailing and the wild fly- 

 ing started anew. It was more than I could 

 endure. I dressed hastily and carried her 

 out to a near hillside, hoping to change the 

 current of her thoughts by out-door sights. 

 At first she looked around in a dazed sort of 

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