Excerpt from MelodyIt's like the foreign birds they tell about! Said Miss Rejoice, folding her thin hands, and settling herself on the pillow with an air of perfect content, nightingales, and skylarks, and all the birds in the poetry books. What is she doing, Vesta?Miss Rejoice could see part of the yard from her bed. She could see the white lilac bush, now a mass of snowy plumes, waving in the June breeze, she could see the road, and knew when any of the neighbours went to town or to meeting, but the corner from which the wonderful voice came thrilling and soaring was hidden from her.Miss Vesta peered out between the mus lin curtains. She's sitting on the steps, she said, feeding the hens. It is wonder ful, the way the creatures know her! That old top-knot hen, that never has a good word for anybody, is sitting in her lap almost.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.