A Tale of Two Martins 
wind. What fun it was! You might 
have thought the wind was having a 
game with them. First the feather 
would shoot up into the air and dart 
round the corner of a house, the martins 
after it at full speed ; then just when the 
first one had almost caught it, the wind 
would drop suddenly and the feather fall 
down a foot or two, and be caught up 
again by another gust and whirled round 
in the other direction, as if it too was 
alive. And so the game would go on 
for several minutes, until one of the 
birds succeeded in catching it, and bore 
it off in triumph to the nest. This was 
now all ready, and Mrs. Martin laid one 
small, pointed white egg the very next 
day. How pleased they were! All day 
long they would fly up and peep in just 
to make sure it was all right, and every 
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