A Tale of Two Martins 
only leaving a little narrow slit at the 
top for a front door. All the time they 
were at work at it, they were twittering 
to one another so happily and joyfully 
that it was quite nice to listen to them. 
And so thought old Mr.and Mrs. Jones, 
who lived in the cottage. The nest was 
quite close to their bedroom window, 
and in the early morning, as soon as 
ever it was light, when the martins woke 
up, and began work, and sang their little 
song of joy and happiness, they thought 
they had never heard anything so pretty 
in their lives. 
As soon as the mud walls were 
finished they began to look out for 
feathers. Sometimes they picked up 
the curly white ducks’ feathers from the 
pond, and sometimes they chased them 
as they were being blown about by the 
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