Let the good work go on until the mummy of a dead bird will be recognized by all persons as an unfitting decoration for the head of womankind.
JOHN F. LACEY.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | |
| I. | [THE ORCHARD] |
| II. | [DICKEY DOWNY'S MEDITATIONS] |
| III. | [THE RULER WITH THE IRON HAND] |
| IV. | [DICKEY'S COUSINS] |
| V. | ["DON'T, JOHNNY"] |
| VI. | [THE PARROT AT A PARTY] |
| VII. | [A WINTER IN THE SOUTH] |
| VIII. | [THE PRISON] |
| IX. | [THE HUNTERS] |
| X. | [A NEW HOME] |
| XI. | [THE ILL-MANNERED CHILD] |
| XII. | [TWO SLAVES OF FASHION] |
| XIII. | [DICKEY'S VISIT] |
| XIV. | [THE COUNTRY SCHOOL] |
| XV. | [POLLY'S FAREWELL] |
List of Illustrations
[ The Indigo Bird ]
[ The Summer Tanager ]
[ The Baltimore Oriole ]
[ The Bobolink ]
Last night Alicia wore a Tuscan Sonnet
And many humming birds were fastened on it.
Caught in a net of delicate creamy crêpe
The dainty captives lay there dead together;
No dart of slender bill, no fragile shape
Fluttering, no stir of radiant feather;
Alicia looked so calm, I wondered whether
She cared if birds were killed to trim her bonnet.
Her hand fell lightly on my hand;
And I fancied that a stain of death
Like that which doomed the Lady of Macbeth
Was on her hand.