The Bodleys telling stories . ic \\as soriv she liad hccn so hasty, and takiiiu- out aneedle and thread froma leatliei Iiml;- whichhnng Ironi lier helt. shemidertook llie task ofmending the waistcoat. i^^Sfi^ jP N ery soon a con\ersa- ^i?! *rf^- •3^ tion hegan hetween ^r tlitiii. Ol what hnt r^r,^^ hirds could tlie lair\ ot ,.: tlic hirds talk with a ^ rohher of hirds-nests. 1 should like to low ? As 1 told you. the iioy was not very hained al)out hii-ds. He asked her all sorts of ((uestions ahout the l)irds which make their nests in luMlges. in trees, on old walls, on the ground.
The Bodleys telling stories . ic \\as soriv she liad hccn so hasty, and takiiiu- out aneedle and thread froma leatliei Iiml;- whichhnng Ironi lier helt. shemidertook llie task ofmending the waistcoat. i^^Sfi^ jP N ery soon a con\ersa- ^i?! *rf^- •3^ tion hegan hetween ^r tlitiii. Ol what hnt r^r,^^ hirds could tlie lair\ ot ,.: tlic hirds talk with a ^ rohher of hirds-nests. 1 should like to low ? As 1 told you. the iioy was not very hained al)out hii-ds. He asked her all sorts of ((uestions ahout the l)irds which make their nests in luMlges. in trees, on old walls, on the ground. ol ;;.. b.,^,. ;llld iu husluS. IllC fairy had answers readv on every point. •• Ainomj: hushes, said she, all the while sewiuij; on his 1»uttons.• the hlackherry is the sparrows favorite : it may he called an innlor them. — a good iini. given them h\- (iod. and open to all whoneed a lodging. If lhe\ are pursue<1 h\- some wicked hird of l)rey,thev take refu^e undei- its lonu hranches. so closelv twined together. LUCrS BIRTHDAY. 195 and so well armerl with prickles ; there they can build their nests attheir ease ; at meal times the blackberry gives them its wild berries;with its hooked thorns it catches for them bits of wool from thesheep which pass; then a hair here, and a feather there, — some-thino* to make a bed for the little birds. Was I not risz-ht ? Theblackberry bush is the sparrows inn : they find in it a good house,a o-ood bed, and a o-ood table. But, young man, said the fairy, interrupting herself in bothher talk and her sewing, if you like to hear me run on in thisway, 3^ou must be very fond of birds. I like to find their nests, replied the innocent villager. A robber of birds-nests ! Horrors ! cried she, starting up in arage. What! you little wretch, are you not afraid of offendingthe good God when you disturb His creatures ? If you rob a warb-lers or a nightingales nest, you take away from the spring itsmusic, and endanger the farmers harvest. And I
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