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to end several times, tried some new bars, and 

 seemed extremely happy. When Biddy came 

 with more feathers, he assiduously helped her to 

 place them inside, and then the nest was finished. 

 Two days later I got up to the nest, and in it 

 found one egg. The Sparrows saw me go up, 

 but did not fly chattering about my head, as do 

 most Birds. They flew away to a distance, and 

 watched anxiously from the shelter of some 

 chimneys. 



The third day there was a great commotion 

 in the box, a muffled scuffling and chattering, 

 and once or twice a tail appeared at the door as 

 though the owner were trying to back out. Then 

 it seemed that something was being dragged 

 about. At length the owner of the tail came 

 out far enough to show that it was Biddy ; but, 

 apparently, she was pulled in again. Evidently 

 a disgraceful family brawl was on. It was 

 quite unaccountable, until finally Biddy strug- 

 gled out of the door, dragging Randy's pet twig 

 to throw it contemptuously on the ground below. 

 She had discovered it in the bedding where 

 he had hidden it ; hence the row. But I do 

 not see how she could drag it out when he was 



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