the mourning doves were there with their young son and daughter, and you could see by looking at them that they were an affectionate family. "we shall be the last to go south," they cooed. "we always mean to come north in the very early spring and stay as late as possible. this year we came much later than usual, but it could not be helped." they had spoken so before, and rather sadly. it was said that they could tell a sorrowful story if they would; but they did not wish to sadden others by it, and bore their troubles together bravely and lovingly.