POOR MISS JENNY'S HEART 



The whole pathos of the situation came 

 over me as I took down the strange accu- 

 mulation that s'he would not need any 

 more. Strings, papers, scraps of all kinds, 

 even bits of food. I was so thankful that 

 she had been so happy and had escaped a 

 second agony, the brave little heart! 



The clang of the telephone-wire early the 

 next morning announced the advent of the 

 mate. He had brought the usual delicacy 

 for his little wife. He laid it on the win- 

 dow-sill and ate his portion of mocking-bird 

 food, evidently not disturbed at first by her 

 non-appearance. As the day wore on, how- 

 ever, he showed much uneasiness. The fol- 

 lowing morning he came once the mock- 

 ing-bird food alone did not allure him 

 and after that I heard his voice from the 

 treetops only. The neighbors told me that 

 he lingered around the house for a day or 

 so after my departure, and he probably 

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