BABY LAUGHING LOON STRAYS AWAY 47 
baby Laughing Loon, and she felt sure there 
would be two more babies soon. But the 
day was warm for a world usually so cold, 
and in her cozy retreat she grew very drowsy. 
Her head nodded and nodded until it 
seemed as if her beautiful green cap must 
tumble off. Her graceful neck in its glis¬ 
tening collar bent, bent, and at last Mrs. 
Laughing Loon was fast asleep. 
From under Mrs. Laughing Loon’s wing 
there appeared a tiny head covered with a 
fuzzy-wuzzy, woolly-cotton hood. Baby 
Laughing Loon was taking her first look at 
the world. She thought it was a very long 
world indeed and a very narrow one, for 
all she could see was the long hallway. Pre¬ 
sently she crept out a little farther and again 
looked about. There seemed to be some¬ 
thing at the other end of the hallway, some¬ 
thing that murmured, murmured, murmured, 
and kept going “Swish, swish, swish!” She 
wondered what it was. Her mother was still 
asleep. She tried her legs and found they 
would hold her up and carry her about. She 
