garden. The dove and budgerigars were moulted feathers saved up until
there were sufficient to make a page.

"Years after the death of our favorite parrot, I found that his wings
had been preserved; so they appear as a memento of an old friend who
lived as a cheery presence in my childhood's home for thirty years. It
is a pleasure to me to be able to say no bird was ever killed to enrich
my books."




LILIAN'S NEW YEAR'S CALLS.

by Mrs. CLARA DOTY BATES.


"Oh, what a lonesome day it will be!" sighed Lilian, looking wistfully
out across the snow-bright prairie.

"Not unless you make it so," responded her mother, cheerily.

"Make it so!" rejoined Lilian. "How can I make it anything else? It is
always lonesome here, and to-day will be the worst of all. Only think of
the fun the girls will be having in dear old Deerfield, while I am off
out here in this--"

She stopped short, fearing she might say too much. What she had been
about to say was "this horrid, desolate Kansas ranch."