Tlie Burgess Bird Book for Children 



never would have seen that nest, never in the 

 world. It was made of dry, brown grass and was 

 cunningly hidden in a little clump of dead grass 

 which fell over it so as to almost completely hide 

 it. But the thing that surprised Peter most was 

 the clever way in which the approach to it was 

 hidden. It was by means of a regular little tunnel 

 of grass. 



"Oh!" cried Peter, and his eyes sparkled with 

 pleasure. "This must be the nest of Mrs. Meadow 

 Lark. No wonder I have never been able to find 

 it when I have looked for it. It is just luck and 

 nothing else that I have found it this time. I 

 think it is perfectly wonderful that Mrs. Meadow 

 Lark can hide her home in such a way. I do hope 

 Jimmy Skunk isn't anywhere around." 



Peter sat up straight and anxiously looked this 

 way and that way. Jimmy Skunk was nowhere 

 to be seen and Peter gave a little sigh of relief. 

 Very carefully he walked around that nest and its 

 little tunnel, then hurried over toward the fence 

 as fast as he could go. 



"It's perfectly beautiful, Carol!" he cried, 

 just as soon as he was near enough. "And I won't 

 tell a single soul !" 



"I hope not. I certainly hope not," cried Mrs. 

 Meadow Lark in an anxious tone. "I never 

 would have another single easy minute if I thought 

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