Goliath stopped at a discreet distance, and Dr. Lavendar sat still.

There was a breathless moment of awaiting the pleasure of the green

cock, who, balancing on the edge of his tub, his head on one side,

looked with inquisitive eyes at the two old men before deciding to

return to his perch and attack the cuttle-fish stuck between the bars

of his cage. Upon which Mr. Wright swore at him with proud affection,

and waved his hand to his visitor.

"Come on! Sorry I can't take you indoors. I have to sit out here and

watch these confounded fowls for fear a cat will come along. There's

not a soul I can trust to attend to it, so I have to waste my valuable

time. Sit down."

Dr. Lavendar clambered out of the buggy, and came up to the porch

where he was told to "'Sh!" while Mr. Wright held his breath to

see if the green cock would not bathe, after all.

"That nigger of mine is perfectly useless. Look at that perch! Hasn't

been cleaned for a week."

"Yes, suh; cleaned yesterday, suh," Simmons murmured, hobbling up with

a handful of chickweed which he arranged on the top of one of the

cages, its faint faded smell mingling with the heavy fragrance of the

locust blossoms.

"Whiskey!" Mr. Wright commanded.

"Not for me," said Dr. Lavendar; and there was the usual snarl, during

which Simmons disappeared. The whiskey was not produced.

"Lavendar, look at that cock--the scoundrel understands every word we

say."

"He does look knowing. Benjamin, I just dropped in to tell you that I

think you needn't worry so about Sam's Sam. Your neighbor has promised

Willy King that she will help us with him. But I want you to talk the

matter over with Samuel, and--" "My neighbor?" the older man

interrupted, his lower lip dropping with dismay. "Ye don't mean--the

female at the Stuffed Animal House?"

"Yes; Mrs. Richie. She will snub him if it's necessary, William says;

but she'll help us, by urging him to attend to his business. See?"

"I see--more than you do!" cried Benjamin Wright. "Much Willy King has

accomplished! It's just what I've always said;--if you want a thing

done, do it yourself. It's another case of these confounded canaries.

If they are not to be eaten up by some devilish cat, I've got to sit

out here and watch over 'em. If that boy is not to be injured, I've

got to watch over him. My neighbor is going to help? Gad-a-mercy!

Help!"




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