A MAY MOVING 
quent internal inspection, to see whether it 
would fit and had a good subcellar and 
plenty of closet room, and with many pro- 
longed pauses in the doorway to consider 
the view. It was in a tall stump in a grove 
of elms on the shores of a beautiful lake, 
and was more commodious than the first 
nesting-place, being the last year’s excava- 
tion of a red-headed woodpecker. Also, 
the more pretentious doorway was several 
feet higher up and well out of the reach of 
prying fingers. Another thing commendable 
in the eyes of the home-seekers was the 
absence of any bark on the outside that 
inquisitive hands could break off. The 
other door faced east, while this faced west 
and allowed a fine view of the sunsets over 
the lake. Well satisfied with their choice, 
the patient, uncomplaining pair brought 
grass, feathers, and hair to furnish their new 
dwelling. Ina few days— five, I think — 
the little blue mother retired to private life 
for a season, and the devoted mate, when 
not singing his sweetest from an adjacent 
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