Good·bye. A Woodland Episode.

Miss Bird.—Why, Mrs. Chipmunk! how do you do? Mrs. Chipmunk.— I’m quite well, thanks, Miss Bird; and you? Miss B.—I’m sorry to say my health is poor, So my doctor has ordered a southern tour. Couldn’t you manage to come along? It would do you good— Mrs. C.— Yes, I’m far from strong, And it’s just what I’d most like to do If I’d only a pair of wings— Miss B.— Pooh! Pooh! There are trains for people who cannot fly. Mrs. C.—Yes, but the fares are so dreadfully high! So really I mustn’t think of that— Miss B.—If only you’d wings like your cousin Bat. Mrs. C.—If only! but then I haven’t, you see. Besides, I’ve rented a hole in a tree, On the first-floor branch just four trees west Of the oak where you built your last year’s nest.

Miss B.—A charming neighborhood! just the thing For a winter home— Mrs. C.— Well, I hope, next spring, When you’re here again, you will try to call. Miss B.—You are very kind— Mrs. C.— Oh, not at all! Miss B.—Good-by, Mrs. Chipmunk. Mrs. C.— Oh, must you fly? Then, a pleasant journey! Miss B.— Good-by! Mrs. C.— Good-by!