OCTOBER 217 



is rather rusty, and just a little white at the 

 edge of the pockets. His waistcoat, too, 

 has seen better days, and is sadly in want 

 of bleaching. But he keeps it all so neat, 

 and is so almost plaintively anxious to do 

 nothing which is not entirely dainty and 

 proper, that he is a most lovable bird. See 

 that fluttering sally after a fly. Now he 

 is back on his perch. Oh, if all of us could 

 only go as patiently about our work, doing 

 our part cheerfully and contentedly, and 

 helping meanwhile to brighten the lives of 

 those about us ! 



