A Kentucky cardinal ; and, Aftermath . kennel, withtheir noses between their hind-legs, were shiver-ing under their blankets and straw like a nestof chilled young birds. The fowls on the roostwere mere white and blue puffs of alone has the keeping of her creatures;why doesnt she make them comfortable? After supper old Jack and Dilsy came in, andstanding against the wall with their arms folded,told me more of what happened after I gotsick. That was about the middle of September,and it is only two weeks since I became wellenough to go in and out through all sorts ofweather. It wa
A Kentucky cardinal ; and, Aftermath . kennel, withtheir noses between their hind-legs, were shiver-ing under their blankets and straw like a nestof chilled young birds. The fowls on the roostwere mere white and blue puffs of alone has the keeping of her creatures;why doesnt she make them comfortable? After supper old Jack and Dilsy came in, andstanding against the wall with their arms folded,told me more of what happened after I gotsick. That was about the middle of September,and it is only two weeks since I became wellenough to go in and out through all sorts ofweather. It was the middle of September then, my ser-vants said, and as within a week after takingthe fever I was very ill, a great many peoplecame out to inquire for me. Some of these,walking around the garden, declared it was apity for such fruit and flowers to be wasted, andso helped themselves freely every time. Theold doctor, who always fears for my health atthis season, stopped by nearly every day torepeat how he had warned me, and always 84. KNOCKED REPROACHFULLY. 85 walked back to his gig in a roundabout way,which required him to pass a favourite tree ; andonce he was so indignant to find several otherpersons gathered there, and mournfully enjoy-ing the last of the fruit as they predicted Iwould never get well, that he came back to thehouse — with two pears in each duster pocketand one in his mouth — and told Jack it was anoutrage. The preacher, likewise, who appearsin the spring-time, one afternoon knocked re-proachfully at the front door and inquiredwhether I was in a condition to be reasonedwith. In his hand he carried a nice little work-basket, which may have been brought along tocatch his prayers; but he took it home piledwith grapes. And then they told me, also, how many agood and kind soul came with hushed footstepsand low inquiries, turning away sometimes withbrightened faces, sometimes with rising tears —often people whom I had done no kindness orwhom I did not know; h
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