222 NEWS FROM THE BIRDS. 



row children by and by if you don't harm them. 

 Would you like it if some bad boy were to 

 break into your house and steal all your mar- 

 bles and other toys ? No, you wouldn't ! Then 

 think how I should feel if you should rob my 

 nest of its pretty eggs. Remember the golden 

 rule when you find a bird's nest." 



And so you say kindly : " Don't fret, little 

 sparrow ; I won't even touch your pretty eggs. 

 Good-by." 



Just listen to his song as you hurry away 

 from the place. He seems to trill : ^' Go-od- 

 by-y, my dear. You're the ki-ind of bo-oy I 

 like. Come again and hear me sing when I'm 

 not so busy." 



You walk on a little farther until you reach 

 the meadow, where your ears are greeted with 

 the tinMe-tinMe-te-tinhle of the bobolinks as 

 they wheel in the air. But one of them stoj^s 

 his song, and begins to cry, " Chack ! chack ! " 

 quite uneasily. 



Ah ! yes, there is a nest in the grass, cozily 

 hidden and roofed over, and as the mother 

 bobolink springs up, you see that there are half 

 a dozen featherless baby birds in the dainty 

 nursery. And now what do you think those 

 parent birds are saying I Let us translate their 

 appeal into English : 



