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He is markedly gallant toward every female 

 of his order that chances along, even though 

 mating-time is over. If he gets jilted, as he 

 surely does and ought, he breaks out into a per- 

 fect jubilation of roistering good feeling, sing- 

 ing his lustiest, "See, see, see, I must have some 

 fun, Miss Bobolink, spink, spink, the meadow 

 is mine, and all that fly, so I chase thee, see, see* 

 see — bobolink, spink, spink." 



After mating, Mrs. Robert is utterly indif- 

 ferent to his music and the display of his 

 plumage. In fact, this is so with every female 

 bird, so far as I know, they seem disgusted with 

 his birdships majestic song and fine feathers. 

 Is it possible that nine-tenths of all his song 

 and plumage display is purely his own vanity 

 in attempting to outsing and outshine all 

 others ? It matters not — he does it. 



Our orchard is always attractive to visitors. 

 The nature and art-loving seek it as by instinct. 

 The trees are full green and branches oft inter- 

 lock, in places the canopy of shade is complete, 

 and who can describe the pictures as you look 

 up through branches to the wondrous sky be- 

 yond or to the shadows that play about you on 

 the bright sward. Here are lounging conven- 

 iences, easy chairs and hammocks galore. A 

 special delight is that the birds are so tame, 



