In one hand she held a shoe-box, having many rough
perforations. I always have been glad that my eyes softened at
the touch of pleading on her face, and a smile sprang in answer
to hers before I saw what she carried. For confession must be
made that a perforated box is a passport to my good graces any day.
The most wonderful things come from those that are brought to my
front door. Sometimes they contain a belated hummingbird, chilled
with the first heavy frost of autumn, or a wounded weasel caught
in a trap set for it near a chicken coop, or a family of baby
birds whose parents some vandal has killed. Again they carry a
sick or wounded bird that I am expected to doctor; and butterflies,
moths, insects, and caterpillars of every description.
"I guess I won't stop," said the woman in answer to my invitation
to enter the Cabin. "I found this creature on my front porch
early this morning, and I sort of wanted to know what it was, for
one thing, and I thought you might like to have it, for another.
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