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Show What He Wanted. Mr. Pounds, tho retired grocer, was very proud of his now country estate He spared no oxpenBo In doing things well. Judge, then, of his dollght when a pair of rooks began building a nest In his park! But tho farmor who owned the next land was not so pleased. In fact, ho disliked rooks. So ho gavo his sons orders to shoot tho offending birds. Along oamo Mr. Pounds, enraged. "Seo hero, my man," ho said, fiercely, fierce-ly, "I wish thoso lads of yours would let my blrdH alone. I'm trying to mako a rookery, nnd" "That's all right, Blr," ropllod tho sturdy son of tho soil. "But I wish your rooks would lot my crops alono. I be trying to mako a living." |