a few flowers to take to the cemetery.' Johnny extended the roses with
a smile as he spoke.

"The boy grabbed them eagerly. 'My! You're a jolly one, I'll say that
for you,' he said heartily by way of thanks, then he ran off with a
whoop.

"I saw from this action that Johnny was the same generous, kind-hearted
boy he used to be, and I felt proud to have had the honor of his
acquaintance."




CHAPTER VII

A WINTER IN THE SOUTH

I was wrong about the Phoebe bird;
Two songs it has, and both of them I've heard;
I did not know those strains of joy and sorrow
Came from one throat.


As the season advanced our May songs became less melodious until
finally our music was merely a metallic but pleasant, "chink, chink,"
and we knew we would soon be putting on our new fall attire, as toward
the close of the summer our family exchange their pretty
black-and-white suits, so much admired, for a becoming yellowish-brown
one. The different flocks were also now arranging for their regular