BABY LOON MEETS LITTLE BROWN SEAL 105 
mountain top when there was someone about 
to see her. 
Days and weeks, and even a month or 
two had passed since Little Baby Laugh¬ 
ing Loon had followed Kituk in his kiak, 
and thought he was a great mother, and 
since she had been lost at the festival of 
the Puffins and nearly been carried away 
by the pirates. She had changed her fuzzy- 
wuzzy, woolly-cotton bathing suit for a 
realy-truly grown up suit of feathers, and 
in truth she was almost as large as her 
mother. She might have been very, very 
happy, as most young people are when they 
are just blossoming out into real grown 
folks, but one thing she could not forget. 
She had heard the Puffins’ chorus sing: 
“The earth and the sea and sky’s our 
home,” and she knew it was true, for had 
they not walked and swam and flown away? 
But all three, “land, sea and sky,” belonged 
just as much to the Laughing Loon family. 
Her mother had often said that they did. 
The land? why yes, that did belong to her. 
