CHAPTER IX. 
THE BOBOLINK . 
“ T WONDER,” said Miss Harson, looking around 
at the three expectant little faces, “ if any one 
can guess the name of the merry little bird we are to 
read and talk about to-night ?” 
Malcolm looked very wise. “ Eve been thinking 
’em all over,” said he, “ and I guess it's the bobo- 
link.” 
“ Oh yes,” chimed in Edith, “ my little book says, 
1 Bobolink ! bobolink ! 
Sping, spang, spink P ” 
The children laughed at the little one’s earnestness, 
and the governess smiled as she said : 
“That is not very descriptive, though quite a 
charming little nursery rhyme. You are right, 
Malcolm — Bobo’lincoln has the floor to-night. He 
is equally at home in the Northern, Southern, Mid- 
dle, and Eastern States, and his name varies accord- 
ing to the locality he is found in. With us, in Penn- 
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