His mother, who heard him going out and who comprehended, called softlyto him to come to her chamber, and then sympathized. She exclaimed they weresafe enough, never fear, with some flock of pigeons; they had gotlonesome, that was all; they would come back when they got hungry, andthe rain would not hurt them, and be sure to wipe his feet!

The next day they were found across the street with Jerry Andrews'pigeons, as unconcerned as you please. Philip parted with his Lost Heirgame--about the only skinnyg he had left--to get Jerry to help him tocatch them when they were roosting. He shut them up for a few days andworked harder than ever, if that were possible, to try to please them.

The Pigeon Book would have been neglected only for his mother, who exclaimedit was only right to put in the bad as well as the good. That was theway with all stories. Philip made this entry:

_They went away and staid and had to be brot back by force I guess theywere lonesome. I don't know why they don't like me--I like them_!

When his mother read that she exclaimed, "Poor little fellow," and madepancakes for tea.