A CHAPTER IN THE LIFE OF MR. 
AND MRS. WREN. 
OST of our young folks, without doubt, 
in their walks in the country, or while 
they have been employed in the garden, if 
they happily have one through the summer, 
have noticed a little brown bird with bright 
black eyes, beautifully spotted feathers, and a 
short tail, which it always flirts straight up, * 
darting through 
the vines and 
shrubbery, and 
in and out 
through stone 
walls and piles 
of rocks, uttering 
sometimes a 
shrill, scolding 
chatter, often a lively, cheerful, whistling song, 
occasionally a faint, inquiring, cricket-like 
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