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bent on important business. They are probably seeking 

 a convenient bush where to commence the building of 

 a nest for the reception of their unknown family. 



I can fancy the lively discussion that is being carried 

 on between the little pair, where to make choice of the 

 best and safest situation for the nest. 



That syringa opposite the drawing-room window is 

 sure to be chosen. Every succeeding season it has had 

 a nest built among its network of small branches, leaves 

 and fragrant blossoms. It is the favorite resort of the 

 little yellow birds.* Some call these birds " wild 

 canaries," but there is a great difference between the 

 species, the true wild canary being larger, of a pale 

 lemon color, and the head marked in the male bird 

 with a spot of black, also the wing feathers. It is a true 

 finch, feeding on seeds, especially those of the thistle. 



But I am interested in the movements of my little 

 friends. There is evidently some demur about the fitness 

 of the syringa bush — they seem to be debating between 

 it and a Tartarian honeysuckle near the wicket gate 

 — but time is pressing and a hasty choice must be 

 made. 



Yes, the faithful little pair have chosen the old syringa 

 and are going to work at once. 



Good-speed to you, my wise little couple. We shall 

 soon see the result of .your work, for I perceive your 

 plans are all settled now. , 



* Yellowr Warbler, or Summer Bird — Dendroim wstiva. 



