“Come here, Rose. Look down into this bush.”“O Willie! a bird’s nest! What cunning, little eggs! May we take it, and show it to mother?”“What would the old bird do, Rose, if she should come back and not find her nest?”“Oh, we would bring it right back, Willie!”“Yes; but we could not fasten it in its place again.If the wind should blow it over, the eggs would get broken.”
