THE FLYING CLOWN 



longer eggs beneath the fluffy feathers that had covered 

 them. Instead, there were two httle balls of down, 

 though you could n't have seen them either, unless you 

 had been about near enough to touch them; for the 

 downy children of Mis were as dappled as his mate 

 and her eggs, and they had, from the moment of their 

 hatching, the instinct for keeping still if danger came 

 near. 



Peaceful enough, indeed, had been the brooding days 

 of Mother Nomer. Something of the noise and bustle, 

 to be sure, of the city streets came up to her; but that 

 was from far below, and things far off are not worth 

 worrying about. Sometimes, too, the sound of voices 



Peaceful enough, indeed, had been the brooding days. 

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