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CHAPTER VIII.
ARCHITECTURAL DESIGNS.
"The earth no longer can afford
Its old-time feuds and quarrels—
Hence! with the warrior's dented sword,
The victor's blood-stained laurels!
The world has had enough of war,
Of bloodshed and of clamor;
Honor to him who guides the saw,
To him who wields the hammer."
Great, almost ineffably great, was
the delight of old Winny when
she first heard of the expected
arrival of the feathered inmates.
But if her delight could not find adequate
expression, neither could it be wholly repressed.
"Wal, now, dat are is nice," she said, complacently. "Dat are is sum'pen like a present. Dat seems like as if we wuz folks—it makes a place look so much more respect-*abler-like to see dem sort o' critters round. I will say for't, hens are mighty 'spectable
