"I'll give the beastly bird away," he said resentfully wow gold ; though he knew at the same time that he would do no such thing. It would look so absurd after all the years that he had kept the parrot and made much of it suddenly to try and find it a new Home.
     "Has my brother arrived?" he asked of the stable-boy, who had come with the pony-carriage to meet him.
     "Yessir, came down by the two-fifteen. Your parrot's dead." The boy made the latter announcement with the relish which his class finds in proclaiming a catastrophe.
     "My parrot dead?" said Groby. "What caused its death?"
     "The ipe," said the boy briefly.
     "The ipe?" queried Groby. "Whatever's that?"
     "The ipe what the Colonel brought down with him," came the rather alarming answer.
     "Do you mean to say my brother is ill?" asked Groby. "Is it something infectious?"
     "Th' Coloners so well as ever he was," said the boy; and as no further explanation was forthcoming Groby had to possess himself in mystified patience till he reached Home. His brother was waiting for him at the hall door.
     "Have you heard about the parrot?" he asked at once. "'Pon my soul I'm awfully sorry. The moment he saw the monkey I'd brought down as a surprise for you he squawked out, 'Rats to you, sir!' and the blessed monkey made one spring at him, got him by the neck and whirled him round like a rattle. He was as dead as mutton by the time I'd got him out of the little beggar's paws. Always been such a friendly little beast, the monkey has, should never have thought he'd got it in him to see red like that. Can't tell you how sorry I feel about it, and now of course you'll hate the sight of the monkey."
     "Not at all," said Groby sincerely. A few hours earlier the tragic end which had befallen his parrot would have presented itself to him as a calamity; now it arrived almost as a polite attention on the part of the Fates.
     "The bird was getting old, you know," he went on, in explanation of his obvious lack of decent regret at the loss of his pet. "I was really beginning to wonder if it was an unmixed kindness to let him go on living till he succumbed to old age. What a charming little monkey!" he added, when he was introduced to the culprit.

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