CANARY 17 



this new game, they quietly walked up the bank 

 and went home. The coolie had tea-and-sugar 

 administered unto him, and was ordered to go 

 and change his small garment, but he took fever 

 and leave the next day, and we saw him no more. 



Four of those ducks were only on a visit to us. 

 They belonged to a friendly chummery near by, and 

 came to be taken care of while their owners were 

 away. They were fine white birds, and Unda called 

 each by its owner's name. I don't know how she 

 knew one from the other, but she did. When the 

 chummery returned, she took the four ducks up to 

 her room, and gave them a beautiful bath, with 

 Pears' soap; then tied blue ribbon round their 

 necks, and sent them home in a basket. They 

 came back, however, with a polite note, begging her 

 acceptance of them. 



It was rather funny about my own ducks, and 

 their arrival. They were presented to me by a 

 friend who was leaving for home, and I was to 

 send for them. The man I selected to go, as being 

 the one most at liberty just then, was the dish- 

 washer, by name, "Canary." He was a tall man 

 about forty-five years old ; and he was sent with a 



