YELLOW WARBLER 
more dainty in proportion and workmanship, 
on top of the other two, making it look like 
a little gray tower. 
When the tiny bluish eggs were laid on 
the white satin lining, the whole formed an 
exquisite picture framed in the dark green 
leaves and red brown branches. 
Up to this time there had been much chat- 
tering and many happy snatches of song, as 
the builders worked and wooed. Sometimes 
the master of the small household, as if 
overcome with the beauty and joy of it all, 
would drop the mouthful of material he was 
bringing and sing with all his might, then fall 
to kissing his little spouse, telling her how 
sweet she was and how happy he was and all 
the rest of it. But now a sudden silence 
fell upon the blackberry vines. A secret 
too precious to be told was going on, and 
he sang in a tree a little farther away, where 
she could see and hear but would not be 
betrayed. When not bringing her food or 
taking a necessary meal himself, he was ever 
at his post. When she left the nest, he 
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