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hour's patient search was a rotten apple, 

 from which she ate the seeds. 



Tommy's bright eyes had barely lost 

 sight of Chatterbox fleeing along the 

 walls when he espied Baltimore oriole, 

 flying to the old elm with a long piece 

 of string dangling from his bill. He had 

 been searching for two days for just such 

 a string as this with which to hang his 

 nest from the limb he had chosen, and 

 was filled with joy at finding it. 



Quick as a flash. Tommy slipped a 

 stone into the sling-shot. " Zip," said 

 the rubber. " Hum-m-m," said the stone, 

 and the frightened Baltimore oriole 

 dropped the string that had cost him so 

 much patient labour, and it was lost in the 

 bushes, and he was not able to find it 

 again, although he searched faithfully 

 while Tommy was gone to dinner. 



Chippy, the pretty little striped squirrel 



