MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



riages, on bicycles and on foot, swelled the 

 upward-gazing throng, and, until it became 

 so dark and chilly that we were driven 

 away, the whole neighborhood watched for 

 the fugitive. 



What a cold night that was! The mois- 

 ture condensing on the window-panes re- 

 minded us of late autumn, and we were cer- 

 tain that the little bird would take her 

 death. There was nothing to do but wait 

 for the daylight, however. 



At about three in the morning I started 

 out, but a dense fog drove me back. I 

 could not even see my way across the 

 street, and the mist had fallen so heavily 

 that the grass looked as if the meadows had 

 recently been the bed of a vast brook. 



At five I made a second attempt to go 



out. The fog was lifting a little, and I was 



well protected by my winter coat. I made 



my way at once towards the robin settle- 



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