120 THE '' lillil) OF THE MUSICAL W/NG." 



scene in the bushes. I was wandering about in 

 the hope of one more interview, when suddenly 

 my lady and a young one alighted on a twig 

 before me. She appeared to feed the youth, 

 hovered about him an instant, and with the tip 

 of her ))eak touelied him gently on the forehead. 

 Then, with a farewell twitter, both flew away 

 over my head, so closely they almost swept me 

 with their wings. And so the pretty story of the 

 nest was ended. 



