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6. hole, 7. tree, 8. make, 9. home, 10. little, 11. ones, 12. tin, 13. cans 

 14. nest, 15. made, 16. coarse, 17. grasses, 18. weeds, 19. leaves, 

 20. lined, 21. hair. 



FEATHERS FOR A KING. 



The natives of the Havvaian Islands adorn themselves on gala days 

 with long wreaths called "lei," made of bright flowers or feathers. 

 These are twined about their heads, necks, waists, or arms. Before 

 the United States gained possession of the Islands, a lei worn onh' by 

 members of the royal family was made of the feathers from a bird call- 

 ed the Oo. Each bird supplies but two of the valuable feathers, which 

 are a bright yellow the royal color of Hawaii. A lei made of these 

 rare feathers is valued at several hundred dollars. 



WHAT WAS HIS NAME? 



Marjory ran into the house one evening in June, calling to us to 

 come out and see what had happened to the young robins in the nest 

 just above the house on the edge of the wood. It was too dark to see 

 into the thicket, but there were sounds of a loud scolding and sharp 

 calls of alarm, it must be Robin calling "Come, quick! quick." Then 

 came a sound like the cry of a child. Had Robin avenged himself? 

 Again, a new note came through the darkness, this time it sounded as 

 if Joe's guinea hens were out for an evening walk. This was followed 

 by such a succession of stränge sounds, whistling, mewing, clucking 

 and scolding. We were unable to find the mocker, but at intervals all 

 night long we heard the curious sounds. The next morning we station- 

 ed ourselves in the midst of the tangled bushes, resolved to solve the 

 mystery, and after long waiting were rewarded by several fleeting 

 glimpses of the imposter. 



Our uncanny seranader proved to be a good sized olive green bird, 

 with bright yellow throat and breast, belly white and a white line over 

 his eye, and a black beak, and he is strangely named a "warbler." 



He dashed by us with drooping wings and tail, with feet extended 

 behind him like a heron's in a most innocent manner. It was hard to 

 believe that this handsome fellow was the author of such a Babel, 

 neither did it seem as if he could belong to the family of the tiny wood 

 warblers. 



A few weeks later we found among the briars. about as high as our 

 head, a bulky nest of leaves, bark and dead twigs, lined with fine 

 grasses and containing three pinkish white eggs, blotched with spots 

 of reddish brown. Who will teil us the name ot this midnight prowler? 



