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force this rule, a sport which he enjoys. Young 

 trees may be best for apples, but old trees are 

 best for birds. There are more insects and 

 larvee and eggs in the old trees — just the choice 

 and appetizing tid-bits that the average bird 

 covets, and because he finds them he chirps and 

 sings the more for gratitude. There is an- 

 other reason why our orchard is a bird center. 

 Ruth feeds them every morning at eight o'clock, 

 and they come flocking in at that hour like the 

 pigeons at Venice. I think this is her happiest 

 hour. Certainly the birds enjoy it, oft taking 

 the food out of her hand. She will allow no 

 one to move while feeding; talking and laugh- 

 ing do not disturb them, but moving does. Then 

 after feeding comes an improvised concert and 

 -who can report it? That little nervous but 

 happy wren is the first to lead off in song, and 

 the spirit is quickly contagious and what a 

 treat ! 



Out here is the hammock paradise, no place 

 its equal for our friends as well as our children. 

 On Monday afternoon a coterie of social and 

 literary friends, artists, teachers, our pastor 

 and doctor, a judge of the Superior Court, a 

 retired sea captain, their wives and some very 

 •dear neighbors, are apt to center out here rather 

 than in the library. It is a sort of Monday 



