NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
took onthe beautiful 
mottled appearance 
of the thrushes. Far 
handsomer were 
they than either 
father or mother 
when they began 
OE 
to stand up in the 
nest and look out 
into the great world. , 
They watched their | 
parent fly away, at 
first with round- 
eyed astonishment, 
then with curiosity, 
plainly declaring, 
“ T wonder how she 
does rt.’ -Pinally, 
longing to follow was 
L 
Robin six weeks old 
clearly expressed, 
and a_ resolve to 
try shown by climbing out onto the edge. 
They were still under parental control, how- 
ever, and, like naughty children, the moment 
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