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the nectar like ruby-throat with his long-pointed 

 bill. It seems as though this humming-bird should 

 be Columbine's mate, although nearby, perhaps, 

 he has one of his own and fledglings. 



The butterflies amid Columbine's glory could 

 not keep still a minute, and when the wind came 

 through the Arrow-woods, the whole company 

 nodded and swayed their flowers and rocked to and 

 fro together. After awhile they were still again, 

 with only the ruby-throated humming-bird, the but- 

 terfly and the heavy bee visiting them in turn. 



" We are invaders," Grandmother said. 



" I'm the only boy that knows this bunk," 

 Tommy replied, " and I've known it now for two 

 years. It's hidden by the bluff on one side and 

 the Arrow-woods on the other. There's just, I 

 think, a dozen boys who'd give their best jack- 

 knives to know this place." 



Grandmother asked him how he had found it, 

 and then he told us. " It was when Peter was a 

 puppy. He was just beginning to learn things, and 

 had a way of poking into places of his own accord. 

 One day he slipped right under the Arrow-woods 

 where we came through. I thought he'd be out 

 again soon; but even when I gave him a call, he 

 stayed under. Then I parted the bushes to see 

 where he could be, and he was just looking at Col- 

 umbine's glory as hard as possible. In the autumn 

 then father came up here and set in some other 

 Arrow-woods, which now make the screen so thick. 



