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fore; he had been happy merely hammering. 

 Something, however, either the size, or shape, or 

 ring of the pipe, suggested "holes" to his wild 

 wits, and right through the pipe he had gone. 



It was not grubs that he was after. Maybe 

 somewhere in his mad head was the remote no- 

 tion of a nest. Where, however, could he have 

 found a mate as crazy as himself crazy enough 

 to have built in such a place ? Young Mrs. Flicker 

 is an exceedingly spoony bride; love in a cottage 

 is just to her liking; but I have yet to see one who 

 would go to the length of a rain-pipe. 



The crazy bird was finally scared away, leaving 

 several indignant citizens behind, who heartily 

 wished they had taken the law into their own 

 hands when the bird began to show his tendency 

 to attack galvanized iron and tin. 



