NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
eyes that flashed indignant protest at my 
intrusion, and seemed to say as plainly 
as words, “ If you were not so big, you 
would never dare be so rude to me.” 
The nest was an 
exquisite little 
affair of fine root- 
lets, woven into a 
perfect hemisphere 
and lined with hair. 
/ The inside rim 
measured only one 
and a quarter inches 
^ in diameter, and 
Young hair-birds and undeveloped egg 
the outer not quite two inches. In it 
were three very tiny bluish-green eggs 
speckled with brown. Two of these hatched 
into the smallest and cunningest babies I 
have ever seen, unless it were those of the 
yellow warbler. They were so perfect, yet 
so petite. When they were six days old, 
the Man with the Camera essayed to 
photograph them, but so tiny were they 
we feared to injure them by making them 
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