POOR MISS JENNY'S HEART 



ment, for that was where I had last seen 

 Mr. and Mrs. Jenny. As I proceeded, the 

 atmosphere continued to clear, but long 

 before I was near enough to distinguish the 

 birds I heard a terrible commotion among 

 them. 



" The wild robins are probably killing 

 Jenny," I thought, and I hastened to her 

 rescue. 



What a sight met my gaze when I came 

 to the scene of action! 



Among the outer feathers of Jenny's tail 

 was one completely white. Under stress of 

 provocation she would spread her tail to its 

 widest extent, and then of course the white 

 feather was visible in all its length. This 

 made it easy for me to identify her on the 

 occasion in question, for there she was with 

 outspread tail and flaunting white feather, 

 visiting nest after nest, chattering angrily, 

 fighting, and endeavoring to dislodge every 

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