A MAY MOVING 
quent internal inspection^ to see whether it 
would fit and had a good subcellar and 
plenty of closet room, and with many pro- 
longed pauses in the doorway to consider 
the view. It was in a tall stump in a grove 
of elms on the shores of a beautiful lake, 
and was more commodious than the first 
nesting-place, being the last year's excava- 
tion of a red“headed woodpecker. Also, 
the more pretentious doorway was several 
feet higher up and well out of the reach of 
prying fingers. Another thing commendable 
in the eyes of the home-seekers was the 
absence of any bark on the outside that 
inquisitive hands could break off. The 
other door faced east, while this faced west 
and allowed a fine view of the sunsets over 
the lake. Well satisfied with their choice, 
the patient, uncomplaining pair brought 
grass, feathers, and hair to furnish their new 
dwelling. In a few days — five, I think — 
the little blue mother retired to private life 
for a season, and the devoted mate, when 
not singing his sweetest from an adjacent 
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