Nevertheless it is generally in ourselves that they are to be found.
It happened in this wise. A wedding was to take place at our abode, the happy participants coming from distant and divergent points. The bride elect arrived some time in advance, and not being known to Poll as a relative of the family, was instantly installed as prime favorite. It was almost touching to witness the demonstrations of agitated joy with which Polly welcomed the casual entry of this lady into the room and the delirious rapture aroused in her fickle breast by even the smallest attention from the adored. Two days before the important event, a sad miscarriage of innocent intentions occurred. Polly was clambering over the outside of her cage as usual when the bride-to-be appeared in the doorway. Immediately the bird began emitting those sounds of delight which she reserved for her favorites. "Poor Poll," said the lady indulgently. Polly, holding on to the wires, reached her full, green, elongated length out towards the beloved, who drew slightly back.
"O, she won't hurt you, she just wants to make a little love to you," we encouraged. The lady looked doubtful.
