“Morning Glory”
19th—A little “chui chui” was building a nest under the roof, by my door.
Dear jovial toiler!
I must help him in some way.
I unravelled one of my stockings, hoping it might be serviceable in bettering his home.
I stood me on a chair, raising up my arms with my gift.
The poor sparrow was scared. He cast a gray “honourableness” on my hand.
O naughty “chui chui!”
He winged away, twittering, “chui, chui, chui!”
20th—The squirrel by my window shows a great fancy for me. He honoured me three times already this morning. He bore a somewhat scholarly air. A retired professor, I reckon.