CHAPTEK XI. 
ORIOLES. 
“ T SAW a beautiful bird to-day,” said Miss Har- 
J- son on the evening of a bright day in May — “ the 
Baltimore oriole ; and I want you to see how rich a 
picture he makes in Mr. Audubon’s book.” 
The massive volume that lay on a table by itself, 
and was one of papa’s choicest library treasures, was 
opened at the place, and all gathered around to ad- 
mire the gorgeous, tropical-looking bird, who, be- 
sides his beauty, is gifted with a fine voice. 
“ I should like to know,” said Malcolm, “ why he 
is called the Baltimore oriole, when he lives here, for 
I have seen his nest. I don’t believe they have any 
more right to him in Baltimore than we have. He’s 
a beauty, and no mistake !” 
“ That is just the question,” said the governess, smil- 
ing, “ which I wanted you to ask, Malcolm — 4 Why 
Baltimore?’ and the reason is this: This beautiful 
dress of black and gold — which, by the way, Mr. 
Oriole does not have until he has shed his feathers 
three times — was the livery of Lord Baltimore, the 
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