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go on the daily excursion with her two friends, very tired, Mary Sunshine was quite contented and they started off without her, the Artist with the big scrap-book that lay in her bureau rather puzzled, and the Little Lame Prince very drawer, and went off to sleep dreaming of lovely much disappointed. Meanwhile, Mary Sunshine pictures to be pasted on the white paper.

You would think it quite an easy matter to fill a scrap-book, I am sure, but during the next ten days Mary Sunshine found it very difficult. The magazine that her mother took was not profusely illustrated, and it was much the same in the houses of the neighbors. To be sure, she did find a few lovely colored picture-cards that people had been saving, and these made the first few pages quite gay. But when the fair was only two days off, there were still two pages entirely empty. Mary Sunshine had searched every place that she could think of. She had torn the colored labels off the cans of tomatoes and peas in the cellar closet. She had cut the figures out of the old circus poster that the hired man brought her from the barber-shop window. And, finally, she had cut out all the pictures from her mother's seed catalogue. Indeed, there was n't a place where she had n't looked, and still those two pages were empty. Poor Mary Sunshine could n't even find another black-and-white picture, and she began to feel quite desperate. Finally, she decided to ask the Artist for advice. She waited on the porch while he finished breakfast, then, when he came out, she stopped him.

"Please," she said, , "I spent most of her day in the kitchen with her want to ask your advice." mother's pinking-iron, neatly pinking the edges "Yes," said the Artist, settling himself on the of the big sheets of white paper. It was late top step. when she finished, but her mother, as she tucked "It 's about a scrap-book. I 'm making it for her into bed, offered to stitch the sheets firmly the fair to-morrow. It 's to help the Little Lame together on the machine. So, although she Prince to have an operation. And it's all done but

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the last two pages, and I can't find another pic- She turned the pages over carelessly until she ture anywhere." Mary Sunshine was danger- suddenly saw the last one. "Why! What is ously near to tears.

this?“I see," the Artist said, quite seriously. "I Mary Sunshine blushed guiltily. “Whywonder if you would mind showing it to me?" that 's—that 's-well, you see, I could n't find

Mary Sunshine ran and got it, and the Artist enough, and the Artist that 's staying at our looked it over thoughtfully. When he had fin- house did it for me. Of course it is n't a real ished he spoke.

picture, but do you think they 'll mind much? "What would you think of my painting a pic- The water and sky are very pretty. The Artist ture on those two pages?" he asked.

said it was the best one he ever did. I really Now Mary Sunshine realized that the Artist think if it was n’t for that old boat, it would be was a very great one, and she knew how kind of most as nice as a real picture.” him it was to offer, but she did not really think The pretty girl was looking at it with misty that any picture painted by a man, by hand, could eyes. “I don't believe they 'll mind a bit," she compare with the gaily colored pictures in a mag- said gently. "You leave it with me." azine or a seed catalogue. But she had been well Long before the fair began that afternoon the trained by her mother. So she answered politely, news had spread like wild-fire that a picture by if not enthusiastically, “That would be very nice. the great Artist was to be auctioned off. And Of course it is n't quite the same, but I don't be- the little story that went with the news added lieve they'd mind much, do you ?"

not a little to the interest of the crowd that gath"We might try it, anyway,” the Artist said ered to see the sale and to bid for the picture. modestly.

But, strangely enough, it was the father of the The next morning Mary Sunshine started for very pretty girl who made the highest bid and the Casino with the precious scrap-book under carried home the scrap-book. her arm. Her heart was beating very hard, and Late that afternoon, the pretty girl, looking several times her courage almost left her. But more bewitching than ever, drove up to the cotshe went on resolutely, even when she saw the tage where Mary Sunshine lived. She had in automobiles crowded around the door of the Ca- her hand a check large enough to pay for several sino and heard the noise and bustle within. She operations. In front of the cottage she stopped, entered very timidly, and stood for some time in and she blushed quite rosily when she saw the the big room before any one had time to speak to Artist sitting on the porch with Mary Sunshine her. Then, finally, she heard a very kind voice and the Little Lame Prince. They all stood up beside her.

as she approached, and waited silently for her to "Did you want anything, little girl?"

speak. She looked at Mary Sunshine. She turned and saw the pretty girl who had “The scrap-book sold beautifully,” she said. been so cold to the Artist.

"It brought a great deal of money, and it 's all in “Yes," Mary Sunshine answered, “I brought this envelop.” She handed it to Mary Sunshine. this scrap-book to be sold at the fair. It 's for a "Thank you! Oh, thank you !" Mary Sunshine Little Lame Prince-I mean a boy," she stam- said, quite simply. The pretty girl turned to go. mered.

She hesitated a moment. Then she looked bravely "I don't quite understand,” the pretty girl into the eyes of the Artist, and said softly: said, putting her arm around Mary Sunshine. "I wonder if you would like to go for a drive “Come over here and sit down, and teil me all with me? I think the little girl has a surprise about it."

that she wants to tell to the Little Lame Prince." Mary Sunshine followed her into a quiet corner, and there she told her all about the Little That night, when the Artist came back, Mary Lame Prince, the operation, and, finally, the Sunshine came out to meet him. scrap-book. “Here it is,” she said, at the end, "Oh!" she said, slipping her hand into his, “it unwrapping it with pride.

was just like a fairy story, was n't it?" "Oh!" exclaimed the pretty girl, "what a per- "Yes," the Artist said, thinking of something fectly lovely one! Did you make it all yourself?" quite different, "just exactly!"



These natural head plumes of some birds seem AND TAILS OF BIRDS

to be true decorations, and of no more real serWe are familiar with the suggestion that many

vice to their wearers than are the elaborate and of our trades and many kinds of our handiwork costly hats that are made by the milliners of are copied from the work of birds and other ani- to-day. mals, but all such notions are fanciful, incorrect,

As in the case of birds with resplendent plumand worthless. Man built mud huts long before he knew anything about the mud-wasp, and woman fastened the edges of skins together with animal sinews or with vegetable fibers long before the tailor-bird was discovered, and in countries where such birds have never been seen; in

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age and highly ornamental tails, so those birds most remarkable for their head plumes are chiefly natives of tropical climates. The crowned pigeon is found in and near New Guinea, and the umbrella-bird in South America. The eared pheasant, however, inhabits the high mountains of China and Tibet, and we, too, have many crested birds-some of them, like the wax-wing, the bluejay, and the cardinal, being nearly as familiar as the robin and the bluebird. But in point of development, and for sheer oddity of crest, such birds as the King of Saxony bird of paradise and




Greenland, for instance, in Lapland, and in the polar regions of the earth. If man learned masonwork from the beaver, did the beaver teach the ancient Egyptians to build the pyramids? All such sliggestions are silly, and every reader, especially every young reader, should disabuse his mind of all similar nonsense. But if such fanciful notions could be true, we might, perhaps, be allowed to imagine that the idea of decorating the human head was first suggested by the crests of certain birds, although the "bonnets” of birds were well developed ages before human beings dreamed of the extravagant head-gear that has been considered fashionable at different times.



that their bright color and fancy patterns seem a matter of course. The common barn-swallow furnishes us with an example of this.

Though nearly every conceivable color scheme and pattern are exhibited by the tails of birds, there are a few common, more or less distinct, plans which may be traced. In some, notably in the ruffed grouse, the feathers are of equal length and uniformly barred; in many others this is nearly the pattern, except that the two central feathers (always two, because the entire number of tail-feathers is always even) are comparatively plain. The purpose of this form of coloring may

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be to render the tail inconspicuous when closed; that, at least, is the effect, when one or two of the central feathers only are seen from above. Some of these birds have a habit of "flashing," or suddenly expanding and refolding, the tail. The effect is almost like the sudden turning on and off of an artificial light, the usual marking of such tails being a large patch of white or orange on the outer feathers. A common form is a light patch or spot usually near the tips of the feathers,



markings, as among the blackbirds. But nature, appreciating this opportunity for decoration, has made these appendages the objects of her special attention. It is the rule, rather than the exception, for a bird's tail to be so marked or colored as to give the impression that beauty, apparently for its own sake, was the end sought. diminishing in size with each feather until it is Some tails are so decidedly ornamental in shape lost or barely discernible in the two middle ones; or, again, the outer feather on each side may be the warblers, jays, cuckoos, hawks, shore-birds, entirely white, the next one or two nearly so, and other groups. Many of the most elegant are while all the rest are without a trace of white. to be found only in the tropics. The marks may be confined to the outer vane, The striking patches of black and white, or


dark and light, so common among warblers and woodpeckers, may, by their very attractiveness, be a bird's means of recognition, or of signaling, or both. As for the purpose of the fancy colors and patterns, the learned Darwin supposed that the birds themselves appreciate and admire their own beauty. It is not at all clear that they have any other “excuse for being” than that they really are beautiful.




THE BEAVER SOME students of animal life claim that the nearest approach to human ingenuity, among the crea

tures of fur or feather, is undoubtedly exhibited THE TAIL OF THE BLUE-JAY WITH ITS

by the beaver. This wonderful animal closely

resembles the common muskrat in general appearwhen they will probably appear in the closed or ance, but is much larger, and has a tail flattened nearly closed tail; they may be restricted to the crosswise instead of up and down. inner vane, and be seen only in the spread or The remarkable intelligence displayed by the half spread tail; they may be conspicuous on animals in selecting suitable sites for their dams, one vane and obscure on the other; or they may in felling the trees in convenient locations and extend impartially across the feather, and thus dragging them into proper positions, and the wonbe constantly exposed.

derful manner in which the upper sides of the Besides those shown in our illustrations, there dams are plastered with mud and thus made perare many other examples of beautiful tails among fectly water-tight, seem little short of impossible

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