94 More Tales of the Birds 



your letter to a famous ornithologist, who said 

 that you are a fine fellow, and I am a pestilent 

 one. All I ask of you in return for the cheque is 

 to save the eggs before your son takes them. I 

 am going to Spain, and will send you my skins to 

 set up, and mention your name to others. Let 

 me know as soon as you can whether the eggs 



are saved. 



Yours faithfully, 



W. GATHERUM. 



Mr. Lee rushed to the nearest telegraph office, 

 and wired after his son, " Hold your hand till 

 I come." Then he put up travelling bag, and 

 went off by the next train for Wales. 



Ill 



APRIL was drawing to an end, and the oaks 

 on the Kite's fortress were growing ever ruddier ; 

 on the steep mossy slopes among the rocks the 

 ferns were really beginning to uncurl. All was 

 very quiet and peaceful ; over the opposite hill 

 a pair of Buzzards soared about unmolested ; 



