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THE NEST, SOME FEATHERED BUILDERS, AND 

 THE TRAINING SCHOOL 



CUCKOO, cuckoo, cuckoo, peet, peet, pe, pee, 

 peet, sounds above and around us, as we 

 leisurely pass through one of those long lanes 

 or roads which for hedgerow beauty, and the 

 .length of their reputed miles, are only to be 

 met with in woodland Sussex. 



" It ain't fur, bless ye. Why, my boy will 

 hev gone back'ards an' for'ards fur two years 

 an' more, night an' marnin', afore he bided 

 there fur good." 



