"Do you think he was, uncle ?" "No; it was the United States that were hatched on the Fourth of July, seventeen--seventy--six," said Nat, hesitating a little over the date.
"You are both right in a way," laughed the Doctor; "but you need not give up the Owls in order to celebrate the Eagle's birthday.

We will have an Eagle's birthday party at the beach on the Fourth; and on the eighth--which is Dodo's birthday, if I am not mistaken--we will have an Owl party up at the lake!" "Oh! oh, how lovely!" cried Dodo, giving her uncle such a sudden hug and kiss that his hat flew off.

"And the lake is a long way off, so first we go in the cars, and then in a big hay wagon with straw in the bottom--at least, that is the way Olive said she went the last time!".