BIRDS 5 NESTS. 191 



CHAPTER XIII. 



ABOUT a week after the visit to Mrs. John- 

 son and Mrs. Square above mentioned, Henry 

 came running in again .from the orchard with 

 his face beaming with delight, and screaming 

 at the top of his voice, 



" Papa, the nuthatch has come back to its 

 nest; I have just seen it fly into the same 

 hole. Do come and see ! " 



Mr. Miller immediately left his books, and 

 proceeded to the orchard. He dealt a few sharp 

 taps on the trunk of the tree, and sure enough 

 out flew a bird, which immediately perched 

 . among the boughs of a neighbouring tree, cling- 

 ing to the branches in all possible attitudes, and 

 twittering in a very familiar manner. It was 

 not, however a nuthatch, but a great tit, a 

 very pretty bird, with a black head and yellow 



