Twenty-two beautiful grebes slain that their glossy breasts might lend splendor to a lady's wardrobe.
The two friends looked at Miss Van Dyke in silence for a moment, then sighed as she passed along out of their view.
"When I see such perversion of woman's nature I wonder that the very stones do not cry out against us," exclaimed Mrs.Brown.

"And mark my words, the slaughter will go on; the unholy traffic will not long be confined to grebe's breasts for muffs and cape trimmings.

Other birds will be used.

The gentle creatures are not all put on hats." "Oh! I must not forget to tell you that the new preacher over at the Second Church has begun a course of lectures on the work of mercy that women might do.

He says that as mothers in the homes, and as teachers in the public schools and the Sabbath-schools, we have a grand opportunity." "So we have; but what avails our opportunity if our eyes are blinded so that we do not see it ?" assented Mrs.Brown.
"Last night," resumed the lady, "he spoke particularly of the crime of wearing birds; and he accuses us of being more cruel than men." "He does ?" questioned Mrs.Brown, in great surprise.