110 
FINDING NATURE’S TREASURES 
“That is Mrs. Harvest Mouse and her nest,” said 
Uncle Jack. 
“I didn't know that mice built nests like birds do,” 
said Fred. 
“Many kinds of mice make their nests in the ground,” 
said Uncle Jack. “The Harvest Mouse makes its nest in 
tall grass or bushes like this one has. Sometimes it finds 
an old bird's nest and makes that into the kind it likes.” 
“Do you think that Mrs. Harvest Mouse has some 
babies in her nest?” asked Marylee. 
“She may have,” answered Uncle Jack. 
“I am going to find out,” said Marylee, starting to 
push through the branches. Mrs. Harvest Mouse ran out 
of her nest when Marylee shook the bush, but she did 
not go far. She ran through the top of the bush like a 
squirrel. She stopped a little distance away, and sat on 
a branch while she watched Marylee. She was very much 
afraid; so she soon jumped down to the ground and hid 
in the grass. 
Marylee put her finger through the hole into the nest. 
“Uncle Jack, there are some babies in the nest!” she 
cried. “I can feel them. They are soft and warm. May 
I take one out so that we can see it?” 
“Yes, if you are careful not to hurt it. You must put 
it back before it gets cold,” replied Uncle Jack. 
Marylee took out one of the baby mice and held it in 
her hand. It was a tiny thing, soft and pink. 
“It can't see,” said Marylee. “It is blind. It can't open 
its eyes!” 
“The babies of many animals do not have their eyes 
