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It may be a very plain mud and straw 

 house, lined with feathers and horsehair, 

 like that the robin builds, or it may be a 

 daintier house, like the bluebird's. 



Perhaps it is a wonderful hanging 

 basket, carefully woven and swinging 

 from a limb, like the nest of the oriole, 

 or maybe it is no larger than a fair-sized 

 peach and lined with the finest, softest ma- 

 terial, like the nest of the humming-bird, 

 but wherever located, or however fash- 

 ioned, it is the abode of love and gladness, 

 song and sweet content. 



Some of these pretty nests may be 

 placed in the tops of the tallest trees, 

 where curious boys and more curious 

 cats cannot get at them, while others are 

 under a clump of grass on the ground, as 

 the nest of the little brown bird who has 

 such dainty spotted eggs. 



If I should undertake to describe all the 



