been told the day before. She had felt obliged, as I heard the story, to attend a meeting of the woman's club, but remarked to one of her assembled sisters that she had had half a mind to stay at home. The truth was, she explained, that two or three meadow larks were singing gloriously in the rear of her house, and she could hardly bear to come away and leave them. I hope her self-denial was rewarded.
On the same day I heard of a servant who hastened into the sitting-room to say to her mistress, "Oh, Mrs. ! there 's a little bird out in the hedge singing to beat the band." The newcomer proved to be a song sparrow, and the lady of the house was fully as enthusiastic as the servant in her welcome of it, though I dare say she expressed herself in less picturesque language.
And I know another house, still nearer home, where a few days ago the dinner-table was actually deserted for a time, in the very midst of the meal. Three bluebirds, with snowbirds, goldfinches, and chickadees, had suddenly appeared under the windows. "There! there! In the maple! Will you
