THE RUSTY SONG SPARROW. 
|| | find for all my varying moods 
.7| Accompaniment of songs; 
| A kindred note of harmony — 
| That to my heart belongs: : 
The flute-like tone so light and — 
ee 
Or deeper eouae when sad, 
For every thought that fills ed 
mind 
An echo in your song I find. 
- —Nina Moore 
Rusty Getting His Luncheon 
A vigorous current of air blowing his hair ACrOSS a boy’s _ 
forehead, as he lay asleep under a maple at the edge of the 
bay, caused him to open his brown eyes, and to stretch him- 
self with the joy and abandon belonging to his dozen years, 
as he remembered that this whole day was to be spent out 
of doors. His chum lay beside him, still dreaming, wrapped 
in his gray blankets, and the two boy scout hats, near the 
embers of a fire, reminded him that only a few evenings 
before he had been fascinated by the stories of a bird lover, 
as she told the members of his troop something of the 
secrets she knew about birds. | I 
She had said, “Nature is an open book, ‘hi anyone — 
can read, if he will but learn his alphabet of outdoor life. — 
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