. Jackanapes. Daddy Darwin's dovecot. The story of a short life . E Phoebe Shaw/ coming out of the day-school, and picking herway home to tea, wasstartled by folk running past her, and by a sound ofcheering from the far end of the village, which grad-ually increased in volume, and was caught up by thebystanders as they ran. When Phoebe heard that itwas Constable, and Master Shaw, and Daddy Dar-win and his lad, coming home, and the pigeons alongwi em, she felt inclined to run too; but a fit of shy-ness came over her, and she demurely decided to waitby the school-gate till they came her way. The
. Jackanapes. Daddy Darwin's dovecot. The story of a short life . E Phoebe Shaw/ coming out of the day-school, and picking herway home to tea, wasstartled by folk running past her, and by a sound ofcheering from the far end of the village, which grad-ually increased in volume, and was caught up by thebystanders as they ran. When Phoebe heard that itwas Constable, and Master Shaw, and Daddy Dar-win and his lad, coming home, and the pigeons alongwi em, she felt inclined to run too; but a fit of shy-ness came over her, and she demurely decided to waitby the school-gate till they came her way. They didnot come. They stopped. What were they doing ?Another bystander explained, They re shaking handswi Daddy, and I reckon they re making him put upt birds here, to see em go home to t Dovecot. Phoebe ran as if for her life. She loved beast andbird as well as Jack himself, and the fame of Daddy 52 HOME. SWEET HOME! Darwins doves was great. To see them put up byhim to fly home after such an adventure was a sightnot lightly to be foregone. The crowd had moved to. a hillock in a neighboring field before she touchedits outskirts. By that time it pretty well numberedthe population of the village, from the oldest inhabi- HOME. SWEET HOME! 53 tant to the youngest that could run. Phoebe had hermothers courage and resource. Chirping out feeblybut clearly, I m Maester Shaws little lass, will yelet me through? she was passed from hand to hand,till her little fingers found themselves in Jacks tightclasp, and he fairly lifted her to her fathers side. She was just in time. Some of the birds had hungabout Jack, nervous, or expecting peas; but thehesitation was past. Free in the sweet sunshine —beating down the evening air with silver wings andtheir feathers like gold — ignorant of cold eggs andcallow young dead in deserted nests — sped on theirway by such a roar as rarely shook the village inits body corporate — they flew straight home — toDaddy Darwins Dovecot. SCENE IX.
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