BABY LAUGHING LOON STRAYS AWAY 49 
and her heart was filled with worry for her 
baby bird. What could she do? Here were 
two other little folks just ready to break out 
of their shells, and if she left them to look 
for her wandering child they would become 
chilled and die. 
Out on the ocean, which seemed to grow 
broader and broader every moment, little 
Baby Laughing Loon was growing very, very 
lonesome indeed. She longed for her mother 
and yes, that surely was her mother, just 
over the third wave, and coming nearer. 
“How large she is,” thought Baby Laughing 
Loon in surprise. Then to her dismay this 
big mother began going away from her, and 
Baby Laughing Loon followed fast, as fast 
as ever she could. 
“What a strange foot my mother has!” she 
said to herself as she hurried along. “First 
she puts it out on one side of her and kicks, 
kicks, kicks, then she puts it out on the other 
side of her and kicks, kicks kicks. I am quite 
sure my feet do not go like that. 
