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The Grand Tour Of The Gardens
Hewasacrab-appleofanoldgentlemanwhowanderedalldayintheGardensfromseattoseattryingtofallinwithsomebodywhowasacquaintedwiththetownofSalford,andwhenwehadknownhimforayearormoreweactuallydidmeetanotheragedsolitarywhohadoncespentSaturdaytoMondayinSalford.Hewasmeekandtimid,andcarriedhisaddressinsidehishat,andwhateverpartofLondonhewasinsearchofhealwayswenttoWestminsterAbbeyfirstasastarting-point.Himwecarriedintriumphtoourotherfriend,withthestoryofthatSaturdaytoMonday,andnevershallIforgetthegloatingjoywithwhichMr.Salfordleaptathim.Theyhavebeencronieseversince,andInoticethatMr.Salford,whonaturallydoesmostofthetalking,keepstightgripoftheotheroldman’scoat.
ThetwolastplacesbeforeyoucometoourgatearetheDogs’Cemeteryandthechaffinch’snest,butwepretendnottoknowwhattheDogs’Cemeteryis,asPorthosisalwayswithus.Thenestisverysad.Itisquitewhite,andthewaywefounditwaswonderful.WewerehavinganotherlookamongthebushesforDavid’slostworstedball,andinsteadoftheballwefoundalovelynestmadeoftheworsted,andcontainingfoureggs,withscratchesonthemverylikeDavid’shandwriting,sowethinktheymusthavebeenthemother’slove-letterstothelittleonesinside.EverydaywewereintheGardenswepaidacallatthenest,takingcarethatnocruelboyshouldseeus,andwedroppedcrumbs,andsoonthebirdknewusasfriends,andsatinthenestlookingatuskindlywithhershouldershunchedup.Butonedaywhenwewenttherewereonlytwoeggsinthenest,andthenexttimetherewerenone.
