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Anna thought nothing of the gift on the evening when he gave

it to her In the , however, when the butter was made,

she fetched his seal in place of the old wooden stamper of

oak-leaves and acorns She was curiously excited to see how it

would turn out Strange, the uncouth bird moulded there, in the

cup-like holloith curious, thick waverings running inwards

froe, to lift

the sta its breast to

her She loved creating it over and over again And every ti coe, vital emblem

She showed it to her mother and father

"That is beautiful," said her

on to her face

"Beautiful!" exclaimed the father, puzzled, fretted "Why,

what sort of a bird does he call it?"

And this was the question put by the custo the

next weeks

"What sort of a bird do you call that, as you've got

on th' butter?"

When he ca, she took him into the dairy to

show hi voice that