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twigs, till the bare tree looks exactly like one of 

 good St. Francis's congregations. Finally one bird, 

 bolder than the rest, gets on the very lowest twig 



He makes light of the rigors of winter 



nearest the hand, and, like a small boy suddenly 

 making up his mind to dive into cold water, plunges 

 off. Very often he is terrified before he quite 



