20 WESTERN SERIES OF READERS. 



This particularly nice nest she made on top of the 

 piano in the parlor, under the breasts of a couple 

 of stuffed white ptarmigan. 



She made one nest on the library shelf, one in 

 the crown of an old hat on the back screen porch, 

 one on the shelf in the clothes-closet, and one be- 

 tween two pegs where clothes were hanging. 

 There happened to be a dress sleeve caught aslant 

 of the two pegs, and on this she made her nest 

 and laid her egg. 



The whole story of our Dovie would make sev- 

 eral chapters. We have told enough about her to 

 make you wish that you had a wild dove come to 

 you and live in your house for a whole year. 

 When you are out in the fields or foothills, and 

 see the doves, please call, "Dovie, Dovie," and 

 perhaps our pet will come to you. But do not 

 shoot her! Indeed, no hunter could have the 

 heart to shoot her, for if she saw him in time, she 

 would fly straight to his shoulder and say, 

 "Coo-oo, coo-oo." 



