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"Sit down," said Cap'n Abe heartily. "Drop your dunnage right down
there," as Louise slipped the strap of her bag from her shoulder. "Take
that big rocker. Scat, you, Diddimus! and let the young lady have your
place."
"Oh, don't bother him, Uncle Abram. What a beauty he is," Louise said,
as the tortoise-shell--without otherwise moving--opened one great, yellow
eye.
"He's a lazy good-for-nothing," Cap'n Abe said mildly. "Friends with all
the mice on the place, I swan! But sometimes he's the only human critter
I have to talk to. 'Cept Jerry."
"Jerry?"
"The bird," explained Cap'n Abe, easing himself comfortably into a chair,
his guest being seated, and resting his palms on his knees as he gazed at
her out of his pale blue eyes. "He's a lot of comfort--Jerry. An' he
useter be a great singer. Kinder gittin' old, now, like the rest of us.
"Does seem too bad," went on Cap'n Abe reflectively, "how a bird like him
has got to live in a cage all his endurin' days. Jerry's a
prisoner--like I been. _I_ ain't never had the freedom I wanted,
Miss------?
"Louise, please.


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