A Kentucky cardinal ; and, Aftermath . ost beautiful fellow whom I hadfound in September, and whom I tried to makeout as the son of my last winters least he has never lived in my yard be-fore ; for when, to test his shyness, I startedto raise the window-sash, at the first noise ofit he was gone. My birds are not so afraidof me. I must get on better terms with thisstranger. Mrs. Walters over for a while afterwards. Itold her of my fancy that this bird was one oflast summers brood, and that he appeared atrifle larger than any male I had ever said of course. Had I not fed th
A Kentucky cardinal ; and, Aftermath . ost beautiful fellow whom I hadfound in September, and whom I tried to makeout as the son of my last winters least he has never lived in my yard be-fore ; for when, to test his shyness, I startedto raise the window-sash, at the first noise ofit he was gone. My birds are not so afraidof me. I must get on better terms with thisstranger. Mrs. Walters over for a while afterwards. Itold her of my fancy that this bird was one oflast summers brood, and that he appeared atrifle larger than any male I had ever said of course. Had I not fed the parentsall last winter ? When she fed her hens, didthey not lay bigger eggs ? Did not bigger eggscontain bigger chicks ? Did not bigger chicksbecome bigger hens, again? According to , a single winters feeding of hot corn-meal, scraps of bacon, and pods of red pepperwill all but bring about a variation of species;and so if the assumed rate at which I am nowgoing were kept up a hundred years, my cedar-92 - ???-;.. 8 \. WHEN SHE FED HER HENS. 93 trees might be full of a race of red-birds as largeand as fat as geese. Standing towards sundown at another win-dow, I saw Georgiana sewing at hers, as I haveseen her every day since I got out of bed. Whyshould she sew so much ? There is a servantalso; and they sew, sew, sew, as if eternal sew-ing were eternal happiness, eternal first day she sprang up, letting her workroll off her lap, and waved her handkerchiefinside the panes, and smiled with what lookedto me like radiant pleasure that I was wellagain. I was weak and began to tremble, and,going back to the fireside, lay back in my chairwith a beating of the heart that was a then she has recognized me only by aquiet, kindly smile. Why has no one evercalled her name ? I believe Mrs. Waltersknows. She comes nowadays as if to tell mesomething, and goes away with a strugglethat she has not told it. But a secret canno more stay in the depths of Mrs. Wa
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