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Joy in the Morning

Creator: Andrews, Mary Raymond Shipman, 1860-1936
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grip which Hirondelle understood, and finally to overpower the Boche till he was ready enough to crawl out at the muzzle of Hirondelle's rifle." There was a stir in the little group of guides, and from the shadows Rafael's voice spoke. "Mon colonel--pardon!" The colonel turned sharply. "Who is that?" "There were two Germans," spoke the voice out of the shadows. The colonel, too astonished to answer, stared. The voice, trembling, old, went on. "The second man waked and one was obliged to strangle him also. One brought the brace to the captain at the end of the carabine--rifle." "In heaven's name who are you?" demanded the colonel. From where old Rafael had been, bowed and limp in his humble, worn clothes, stepped at a stride a soldier, head up, shoulders squared, glittering eyes forward, and stood at attention. It was like magic. One hand snapped up in a smart salute.
Child\'s Book of Water Birds

THE SWAN. The Swan is a very beautiful bird. It is generally white, though a black swan has been discovered in Australia. It is not very often seen in this country. It was brought from Asia and Eastern Europe into England--from whence, most probably, a few specimens have been introduced into this country. The Swan is very graceful in the water, but on land it is an awkward waddler. [Illustration] THE COOT. The Coot is generally found in large sheets of water, particularly if shaded by trees. The nest is a mass of flags, reeds, and grass, usually at the water's edge, but sometimes actually in the water. The Coot's
"Who are you?" whispered the colonel. "If the colonel pleases--l'Hirondelle." I heard the colonel's breath come and go as he peered, leaning forward to the soldierly figure. "_Nom de Ciel_," he murmured, "I believe it is." Then in sharp sentences: "You were reported killed. Are you a deserter?" The steady image of a soldier dropped back a step. "My colonel--no." "Explain this." Rafael--l'Hirondelle--explained. He had not been killed, but captured and sent to a German prison-camp. "You escaped?" the colonel threw in. "But yes, my colonel." The colonel laughed. "One would know it. The clumsy Boches could not hold the Swallow." "But no, my colonel."