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NATALY.
'Il segreto!' the girl cried commandingly, with a forefinger at his breast.
He crossed arms, toning in similar recitative, with anguish, 'Dove volare!' They joined in half a dozen bars of operatic duet.
She flew to him, embraced and kissed.
'I must have it, my papa! unlock.

I've been spying the bird on its hedgerow nest so long! And this morning, my own dear cunning papa, weren't you as bare as winter twigs?
"Tomorrow perhaps we will have a day in the country." To go and see the nest?
Only, please, not a big one.

A real nest; where mama and I can wear dairymaid's hat and apron all day--the style you like; and strike roots.

We've been torn away two or three times: twice, I know.' 'Fixed, this time; nothing shall tear us up,' said her father, moving on to the stairs, with an arm about her.
'So, it is... ?' 'She's amazed at her cleverness!' 'A nest for three ?' 'We must have a friend or two.' 'And pretty country ?' 'Trust her papa for that.' 'Nice for walking and running over fields?
No rich people ?' 'How escape that rabble in England! as Colney says.