In particular, my two nearest neighbors were much at odds as to
which had better claim to nurse me; so that one day Mrs. Walters,
able to endure it no longer, thrust Mrs. Cobb out of the house by
the shoulder-blades, locked the door on her, and them opened the
shutters and scolded her out of the window.
One thing I miss. My servants have never called the name of
Georgiana. The omission is unnatural, and must be intentional.
Of course I have not asked whether she showed any care; but that
little spot of silence affects me as the sight of a tree remaining
leafless in the woods where everything else is turning green.
XI
To-day I was standing at a window, looking out at the aged row of
cedars, now laden with snow, and thinking of Horace and Soracte.
Suddenly, beneath a jutting pinnacle of white boughs which left
under themselves one little spot of green, I saw a cardinal hop
out and sit full-breasted towards me. The idea flashed through
my mind that this might be that shyest, most beautiful fellow whom
I had found in September, and whom I tried to make out as the son
of my last winter's pensioner. At least he has never lived in my
yard before; for when, to test his shyness, I started to raise the
window-sash, at the first noise of it he was gone. My birds are
not so afraid of me. I must get on better terms with this stranger.
Mrs. Walters over for a while afterwards. I told her of my fancy
that this bird was one of last summer's brood, and that he appeared
a trifle larger than any male I had ever seen. She said of course.
Had I not fed the parents all last winter? When she fed her hens,
did they not lay bigger eggs? Did not bigger eggs contain bigger
chicks? Did not bigger chicks become bigger hens, again? According
to Mrs. Walters, a single winter's feeding of hot corn-meal,
scraps of bacon, and pods of red pepper will all but bring about
a variation of species; and so if the assumed rate at which I am
now going were kept up a hundred years, my cedar-trees might be
full of a race of red-birds as large and as fat as geese.
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