78 



SUMMER 



hard behind them, and together with them pushed 

 in an abandoned egg that was close at hand. Her 

 own baby, some one else's baby, and some one else's 

 forsaken egg ! She could cover no more ; she had 

 not feathers enough. But she had heart enough ; 

 and into her mother's heart she had already tucked 

 every motherless egg and nestling of the thousands 

 of frightened birds, screaming and wheeling in the 

 air high over her head. 









