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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