200 A CLEVER CUCKOO. 



inconsequent way, she hopped to the next branch 

 farther. So we let ourselves be drawn away, she 

 keeping up all the time the low call, while the 

 infant, which we are sure was there, had become 

 utterly silent. 



She was a beautiful creature, a picture of 

 grace ; and when she had beguiled us some dis- 

 tance away from where we heard the baby-cry, 

 she suddenly slipped behind a branch and was 

 gone; and we felt repaid for missing the young 

 one by the beautiful exhibition she had made of 

 herself. We never saw her again. 



