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THE General had been. turned out of the library. The Lady of Fashion
land Mrs. Lover had taken possession and the tiny room was the busiest
place under the rose bush. The two little ladies were busily making
dresses and the library had been made into a sewing room. , , .
"I don't know just how to trim my blue evening gown," remarked the
Lady of Fashion as she threaded her tiny needle.
"I should think feathers would make very pretty trimming," said Mrs.
Lover.. ''
"They would!" exclaimed the Lady of Fashion. "And I know the very
color I want. That bird who comes around occasionally. to see the Doctor has
a most beautiful color in his tail feathers, and if I could get him to give me one
you would see the very prettiest trimmed gown you ever laid your eyes on."
. "But the tail feather is too stiff and big ; you could never use it for trim
ming,", said Mrs. Lover.
"O, yes,. I could!" cried the Lady of Fashion.. "I.Avould cut the feathers
from the quill, and when they were softened and curled, they would be just
the thing.". That evening at the dinner table the Lady of Fashion asked the
Doctor where she could find the bird.
"0,- he lives over beyond the big woods," answered the Doctor. "But he
is coming over to the hospital tomorrow to get a trevtcment for his sore eye
and I'll teft him you want to. see him'
. j The next morning the bird presented himself at tne shoe house and aslced
for the' Lady of Fashion, and in a very short time tnat little lady told the bird
just what she wanted.
" "Great grub-worm!" exclaimed the bird. "Do you think I'm going to
pull out my tail feathers just to trim a dress? Well, I should say not!" And
the bird looked very angry.
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The" Lady of Fashion could not be put off so easily, and she begged so
very hard and so sweetly that the bird finally consents
"Well, I'll give you a feather if you'll knit me a pair of anklets to keep
my legs warm this winter." ,
: The Lady of Fashion promised to knit the anklets and the bird made
himself ready to give up the feather. "I can't pull it out myself," he. said.
'Several of you fellows will have to pull it out."
Paddy Pinn, the Turk, and the Sailor grabbed the feather, and although
the bird braced his feet and pulled with all his might, they could not pull out
the bird braced his feet and pulled with all his might, they could not pull out
the feather '
"Say !" cried the bird, "get a rope and let me get a good grip onto it with
my beak, and then a. couple of you fellows pull, and I'll bet we can get it out."
A short rope' was given to the bird, and when he had it tightly fixed in
his bill, Gogo and the Dunce caught hold of the other end. At a signal from
the Old Soldier the Teehie Weenies on each end gave a mighty pull.
"Ouch!" exclaimed the bird, and of course when he opened his mouth to
yell he dropped the rope "on which Gogo and the Dunce were pulling. Those
two Teenie Weenies rolled over into a heap amid the laughter of the rest of
the little people.
After several attempts the feather was finally pulled out, and the Lady
of Fashion was made very happy.
"Don't forget those anklets, now," said the bird when the Lady of Fashion
had thanked him for the feather.
"I certainly won't," answered the little lad)-, and that night she brought
out her tiny knitting needles and went to work.
(Copyright. 1919. by Win. Donaher)
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