"We'll give our friend the best we have.

Put the little fellow in a box, in some soft stuff, not too close to the fire, Dan.

And I'll start to boil some of the corn meal.

That'll make good food for the little chap when he's feeling more like himself." In less than half an hour Mr.Pigeon was feeling vastly better.

He now hopped about the place, using his wings every now and then in a short flight.