" I knew it suited 

 exact! jr." 



a few days, when, one morning, I saw the flutter 

 of steel-blue wings at the hole in the pump, and 

 there, propped hard with his tail over the hole, 

 hung my tree-swallow. I should have that pair 

 as tenants yet, and in a house where I could 

 see everything they did. He peered quickly 

 around, then peeped cautiously into the opening, 

 and slipped out of sight through the dark, round 

 hole. 



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