Our lady Budgerigar is dead. We were perfectly right in our expectations, when twice we asked the opposing commands to lay off a while. On Monday she laid her very first egg, of a delicate white and the size of a somewhat large pearl On Tuesday morning she was lying in the bottom of the cage. Was it shame in thus being found out, or was she opposed to bring babe into the world only to be a little budgeri-
Mr. B. doesn't say anything about it, though he has intimated that he would like to have a chat with the other little lady in the cage across the room,
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