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Title: Jackanapes. Daddy Darwin's dovecot. The story of a short life
Year: 1887 (1880s)
Authors: Ewing, Juliana Horatia Gatty, 1841-1885 Eden, Horatia K. F. Gatty
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: Boston, Roberts Brothers

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o sing to her, and Jacksvoice could not be dispensed with. He cleaned himself with alacrity, and taking hisplace in the circle of boys standing with their handsbehind their backs, he lifted up a voice worthy ofa cathedral choir, whilst varying the monotony ofsacred song by secretly snatching at the tail of theterrier as it went snuffing round the legs of the group.And in this feat he proved as much superior to therest of the boys (who also tried it) as he excelledthem in the art of singing. Later on he learnt that the young lady had cometo invite them all to have tea with her on her birth-day. Later still he found the old pauper once more,and questioned him closely about the village and the 2 i8 CASTLES IN THE AIR. Vicarage, and as to which of the parishioners keptpigeons, and where. And when he went to his straw bed that night, andhis black head throbbed with visions and high hopes,these were not entirely of the honor of drinking teawith a pretty young lady, and how one should behave
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himself in such abashing circumstances. He did noteven dream principally of the possibility of gettinghold of that silver-haired, tawny-pawed dog by thetail under freer conditions than those of this after-noon, though that was a refreshing thought. CASTLES IN THE AIR. 19 What kept him long awake was thinking of this.From the top of an old walnut-tree at the top of afield at the back of the Vicarage, you could see a hill,and on the top of the hill some farm buildings. Andit was here (so the old pauper had told him) thatthose pretty pigeons lived, who, though free to playabout among the clouds, yet condescended to makean earthly home in Daddy Darwins Dovecot. SCENE III.

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