Polly out. Polly's a good girl. Let 

 Polly out." T!lie next day she may not 

 say a word but sit with her head under 

 her wing. 



As soon as Polly sees a person put 

 on his hat she will say, "Good-bye. 

 Good-bye." 



Occasionally one of the Doctor's call- 

 ers will put a finger into Polly's cage, 

 but he never tries it a second time. The 

 parrot does not like such familiarity 

 from strangers, and is very apt to take 



out quite a piece of flesh from the finger. 

 This has made enemies for Polly, and 

 the Doctor has also felt the displeasure 

 of a number of his patients. He has 

 been advised to take Polly out of the of- 

 fice, but he says he is not going to take 

 away the mainstay of "The Three 

 just because people don't know 

 to keep their fingers out of 

 Polly's cage ; so as yet there h'as been no 

 separation of "The Three Ones." 



Martha R. Fitch. 



Ones" 

 enough 



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THE BIOGRAPHY OF A CANARY BIRD. 



"Bobbie" was hatched some ten years 

 ago in a farm house kitchen, and was 

 cared for by the farm wife until he 

 reached the age of a year or more. . 



He was noted from his earliest liird- 

 hood for being a homely, bronze, mixed- 

 up canary, of extremely inquiring and 

 sagacious disposition, always poking his 

 bill into everything that came his way 

 and always ready to take his food from 

 his mistress' hand. 



I think it was this pert way that took 

 my childish fancy when selecting a pet 

 from among the flock of little fluffy, pale 

 yellow fellows that were said by the 

 "Mrs." to be superior birds. 



Bobbie, for so he was named, won my 

 affections at once, and held them for the 

 rest of his rather long life. 



Given a cage by himself, he proceeded 

 to adapt himself at once to his new sur- 

 roundings and it seemed from the first 

 of his new life, that he recofni/ed the 

 wealth of love that was lavished upon 

 him by myself and eventually by every 

 member of the familv who. at first, were 

 rather inclined to be a little sarcastic 

 about the wav I talked to "just a canarv 

 bird." 



Bobbie thrived on ordinary canary 

 diet, but preferred eating from my hand 



or from my mouth. Many a cunning 

 caper he cut, trying to secure the coveted 

 food from my lips, when tightly held 

 in order to provoke his birdship, which 

 was quite easily done. 



He would come to the side of the 

 cage at my whistle, or call — he ^<.ne\v 

 both — and would drop his wing^ aaid 

 perk his head from one side to the other 

 and chatter as if he perfectly under- 

 stood mv every tone, which I fully be- 

 lieve he did. Such a burst of song as 

 would greet me after a little absence 

 from our livino- room, which was Bob- 

 bie's home also, ^^'hen I was gone all 

 day at school, he never failed to note 

 my absence, bv fretfnlness in the morn- 

 ing for a half hour or so. His plantive 

 "ch-ee-p ch-ee-p" was what led other 

 members of the family to talk to him, 

 and he in time grew quite familiar with 

 all, though he was very much afraid of 

 strangers. When the time came for me 

 to attend college, the question arose. 

 "What will you do with 'Bobbie?'" 

 "Why. take him along, of course," and 

 to college we went, Bobbie and I. 



"The new girl who brought her bird 

 along" was quite a person in the estima- 

 tion of some people who thought such a 

 thing quite babyish ; Init we did not care 



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