Unconvinced.

Pat, the new under-gardener, gazed wonderingly at the shallow basin containing water in the lawn. “What's that for?” he asked the head gardener.

“That's a bird bath.”

“Now, how, don't ye be a-foolin’ me. What is it really?”

“A bird bath. Don't you believe me?”

“No,” said Pat, with a shake of his head. “I don't believe that there's a bird alive what can tell Saturday from any other night.”

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