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It was past the noon angelus when Padre Alonzo came waddling along the path, and he found the garden still still, and filled with the sun-drawn incense of trees and flowers.
“Sst! sst! Tony will be too warm, I fear,” he was saying aloud as he neared the cage. “The little one shall go to a cooler spot.” And with this conclusion, he halted beside the perch of the parrot and lifted the chirping canary down to his knee.
“Buenos dias,” he said to Loretta, pausing a moment; “a good day, truly, but over-hot, so that my
