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which fell late in the afternoon. Toward even- 

 ing I saw both of them perched near the site of 

 their fallen home, and during that night and on 

 other days and nights the sound of their wings 

 occasionally came to me as a reminder of their 

 vanished happiness. They made no effort to re- 

 build in my chimney, yet their presence in it 

 seemed to show that they had not begun house- 

 keeping elsewhere. I doubt not that another 

 summer that love of home which is so closely 

 connected with birds' ability to find a familiar 

 spot by day or by night, even after months of 

 absence, will bring my swifts back to their old 

 flue. 



