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"Tandy fust," was the imperturbable retort. "I like tandy Dodo like tandy we bofe like tandy!" "The sum total of childish happiness!" laughed Betty "Do, Grace, if you have any left, relieve this suspense." Some candy was forthcoming, and then, with more of it spread on their faces than had entered their chubby mouths, the twins toddled off content.

At seven o'clock Dodo came in with one of those sunburst souses, and as she went sailing by to her dressing room she gave us the haughty head and murmured, "You betcher sweet!" Seven thirty and no Skinski. I was nervous, but I wasn't a marker to Bunch. He had long since graduated from biting his finger nails, and was now engaged in eating the brim of his opera hat.

Something else must talk with it, seems to me." "Oh, energy and taste to be sure." "And good will." "Granted, but " "Oh! Oh! Oh!" in shrieks from Dodo, who flies to Joyce's arms, Robin tearing beside her, vindictively shaking something limp and tousled in his sharp white teeth. "It's mine dolly, mine dolly. Oh, Doyce!" The rag doll rescued from oblivion and Robin boxed, Mr.

But we do not need to see a Veery to know of his presence if we once learn his song by heart, because we shall remember it as long as our hearts beat." The children sat silent for a long time, looking up through the trees at the coming of the night. Then Dodo nestled close to Olive and whispered, "I think that Veery is singing his prayers." Wilson's Thrush Veery Length seven and a half inches.

"There is a bright-brown bird beating with his tail, down under the quince bushes now," said Dodo. "Is that some kind of a cousin?" "It's a Song Thrush," said Rap. "Or rather what the Wise Men call a Brown Thrasher," said the Doctor; "the very bird of which I was speaking." "Who are the Wise Men?" asked Rap.

"Olaf says they are beginning to run, and there are lots of crabs to catch up in the creek too only I'm afraid that there won't be half time enough for everything." "How can fish run when they have no legs?" objected Dodo, who had not quite finished writing her tables and did not like to be hurried.

I don't have to reflect a moment; the right name comes out instantly, just as if it were an inspiration, as no doubt it is, for I am sure it wasn't in me half a minute before. I seem to know just by the shape of the creature and the way it acts what animal it is. When the dodo came along he thought it was a wildcat I saw it in his eye. But I saved him.

Paleontologists will by and by be examining the floors of our kitchens for tracks of the extinct native species of serving-man. The female of the same race is fast dying out; indeed, the time is not far distant when all the varieties of young woman will have vanished from New England, as the dodo has perished in the Mauritius.

So another crop of Americans came into the limelight. If we modern Americans do not go on south we will join the Indians, the auk and the dodo. The "Sob Squad" I am so sorry for the folks who quit, retire, "get on the shelf" or live on "borrowed time." They generally join the "sob squad." They generally discover the world is "going to the dogs."

"What is the whole of your name?" asked Dodo, who could not keep from asking questions. "Stephen Hawley," he answered. "My mother is Ann Hawley, who lives by the mill, and does all the beautiful fine white washing for everybody hereabouts. Don't you know her? I suppose it's because you have just come.