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becomes so drowsily monotonous us the
hours roll on that it sends my petals to

sleep in excellent time in the evening.'
£And then look at their nests,’ argued

Fairbrass. ‘Was there anything ever more
lovely than a bird's nest ? ’

4 They Ye neat in their way, I ’ll admit,’
said the Hollyhock, ‘and I know that they

take immense pains over them ; but, dear
me! what for? More often than not the

nests get stolen by mischievous boys ; and
if that doesn’t happen, they are foolish

enough to hatch ugly young birds 111 them,
who treat their parents1 carefully-built and

daintily-lined homes as if they were mere
pigsties, and generally end by making them

not fit for a decent bird to live inf and then
they take wing and leave the weak-minded
old folk who brought them into existence,

and fed them as long as they could not feed

themselves, to make shift all alone. Oh! yes,
birds call nest-building and egg-hatching
business. From my point of view, birds

are almost as ridiculous in the fuss they