MOTHER SPECKS’ NEST 
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warm, I shan’t have to, and can stay for a 
longer swim.” 
Miss Swan said no more, but felt very 
much worried over the eggs. It nearly 
spoiled her visit, for in spite of herself she 
kept looking up to the place where Little 
Red Fox was sleeping on Mother Specks’ 
nest. 
‘‘Oh, Mrs. Specks!” she called at last. 
Little Red Fox, wakened very much re¬ 
freshed from his nap in the cozy nest, and 
the same mischievous Little Red Fox of 
old, had smelled the eggs under the fine 
covering and was tossing that splendid cov¬ 
ering to the winds fast as his nimble toes 
could fly! 
With wild screams, Mother Specks dashed 
through the water and up over the sand as 
fast as her trembling legs could carry her. 
Her screams, however, were as much lost on 
Little Red Fox as if he had been deaf. 
Mrs. Specks’ legs were trembling, not from 
fear, but from anger, as Little Red Fox 
found out soon enough. And as there isn t 
