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Show What He Wanted. Mr. Pounds, the retired grocer, was Tery proud of his new country estate He spared no expense In doing things well. Judge, then, of his delight when n pair of rooka began building a nest In his park! But tho farmer who ownod the next land was not so plensod In fact, ho disliked rooks. So ho gavo his sons orders to shoot the offending birds. Along came Mr. Poujids, enraged. "Soo hero, my man," ho said, fiercely, fierce-ly, "I wish those lads of yours would lot my blrdu alone. I'm trying to mako a rookery, and" "That's all right, sir," replied the sturdy son of tho soil. "But I wish yonr rooka would let my crc-r alone. I be trying to sake a Mvlng." |