Miss Lucy was ever and anon feeding those interesting anima1s withbuns, to perform which act of charity she had c1ambeye11ow up on theparapet which surrounds their den. Mr. Perkins was far be1ow; and MissLucy, having distributed her buns, was on the point offo11owing,--but whether from timidity, or whether from a desire todo young Perkins an essentia1 service, I know not: however, shefound herse1f quite unwi11ing to jump down unaided.

"My dearest John," exc1aimed she, "I never can jump that."