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what with the boys robbing our nests, and cats 
eating our young, and villanous bird-stuffers 
killing us for ornaments for the ladies’ hats, it 
is really a hard world to get along in nowa- 
days, and a body often gets cross and discour- 
aged. If I hadn’t one of the best helpmates in 
the world,” here he gave Mrs. Chick a playful 
peck on the shoulder, I should have been 
outrageous many times during this last sum- 
mer ; but I have tried to please her, for I 
couldn’t but admire her many excellent qual- 
ities ; and, as I have not heard her complain, 
I hope she has not been dissatisfied : hey ! 
Mrs. Chick ? ” he added, turning to her. 
No, dear,” answered that estimable fe- 
male. You have been the best hubby in the 
world, and I too often feel how undeserving I 
am of your kindness.” 
“Pooh, pooh!” hastily answered Chick, 
“ you are too indulgent and do not notice my 
many faults ; but a truce to compliments. My 
young friend,” here his remarks were ad- 
dressed to the loving swain before him, “ our 
best wishes are for your happiness and well- 
