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"What can Uncle Martin have to write about?" was our simultaneous
exclamation. "The present for baby at last, I do believe, James,"
added my wife; "a cheque, perhaps, or----" I opened the letter and
read:--
"MARTIN HOUSE, HERTS.,
"_October 17th_.
"DEAR NEPHEW,--You may perhaps have heard that I am forming an
aviary here. A friend in Rotterdam has written to me to say that
he has sent by the boat, which will arrive in London to-morrow
afternoon, a very intelligent parrot and a fine stork. As the
vessel arrives too late for them to be sent on the same night,
I shall be obliged by your taking the birds home, and forwarding
them to me the next morning. With my respects to your good lady,
"I remain,
"Your affectionate Uncle,
"RALPH MARTIN."
We looked at each other for a moment in silence, and then my wife
said, "James, what is a stork?"
"A stork, my dear, is a--a--sort of ostrich, I think."
"An ostrich! why that's an enormous----"
"Yes, my dear, the creature that puts its head in the sand, and kicks
when it's pursued, you know.


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