NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
took on the beautiful 
mottled appearance 
of the thrushes. Far 
handsomer were 
they than either 
father or mother 
when they began 
to stand up in the 
nest and look out 
into the great world. 
They watched their 
parent fly away, at 
first with round- 
eyed astonishment, 
then with curiosity, 
plainly declaring, 
I wonder how she 
does it.” Finally, 
longing to follow was 
clearly expressed, 
Robin six weeks old ^ 
and a resolve to 
try shown by climbing out onto the edge. 
They were still under parental control, how- 
ever, and, like naughty children, the moment 
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