Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
boy pressed his nose against the close wire netting 
and stared at the wet and trembling prisoner. 
Then the boy’s little sister came, and gazed with 
big blue eyes of fear and wonder. 
“Oh, give it something to eat,” was her kind 
suggestion. So bread, for which the wounded one 
had no appetite, was pushed between the bars. 
Next morning of course the bread was there un- 
touched. 
“Try it with some meat,” suggested one; so meat, 
and later, fish, fruit, vegetables, and, lastly, in- 
sects were offered to the sad-faced captive, with- 
out getting any response. 
Then the mother said: “Have you given it any 
water?” No, they had never thought of that. A 
saucerful was brought, and Atalapha in a fever 
of thirst drank long and deeply, then refreshed he 
hung himself from a corner of the cage and fell 
asleep. Next morning the insects and all the 
fresh meat were gone; and now the boy and his 
sister had no difficulty in feeding their captive. 
THE WINGS THAT SEE 
Atalapha’s hurt was merely a flesh wound in the 
muscle of his breast. He recovered quickly, and 
in a week was well again. His unhinging had been 
largely from the shock, for the exquisite nervous 
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