SOME CLEVER WEAVERS 45 
tablished right now, and I am purposely leaving 
out all manner of things for its embellishment, 
but I’ve not much hopes of actually seeing the 
nest until the screening leaves have blown away 
at the call of Jack Frost. The site is in the very 
tip-top of one of the maples on the lawn, and Sir 
Red-Eye’s voice every time I approach gives me 
most plainly to understand that a close acquaint¬ 
ance is highly undesirable.” 
