OUR COUNTRY HOME 



finished her home in a lilac bush by the stable, a catbird began build- 

 ing near; whereupon the tiny aristocrat moved every twig and hair 

 of her own dwelling to a more quiet and select neighborhood. 



Through the forest to the wood-shed we permitted ourselves 

 that grassy roadway which once we dreamed would suffice for the 

 main avenue. Wild-flowers nodded on its borders, and the running 

 mallow spread over the ground its tiny cheeses, which children 

 love to glean. 



Aside from its practical usefulness the woodshed was really a 

 beautiful object; the leaves above it cast wavering shadows on its 

 long expanse of moss-green roof, the sunlight flecked it, and about 

 it rose the forest always beckoning, tempting us from our work with 

 its promises and revelations. 



