A Tale of Two Martins 
dirty, greasy-looking men grinding away 
at a piano-organ, the hideous noise of 
which drove them away in a fright. 
However, the cottage was there, that 
was a consolation. And they flew to 
the well-known eaves, twittering with 
delight at being there once more. But 
somehow it looked different. And it 
was different, though they didn’t know 
in what way. Old Mr. and Mrs. Jones 
had left in disgust at the change for the 
worse which had taken place, and there 
were now new people living there, very 
different from their old friends, as they 
were soon to find out. 
After some days spent in flying about 
and seeing how many of their neigh- 
bours had returned, they began to build. 
To their surprise there were no signs 
of their old nests, but they thought it 
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