But _maybe_ you'll hear something that will throw some light on the subject." "Thank you very much," said the Babe.
"There were only two young ones in the nest," said Uncle Andy, in his sometimes irrelevant way, which seemed deliberately designed to make the Babe ask questions.

"The nest was a big, untidy structure of sticks and dead branches; but it was strongly woven for all its untidiness, because it had to stand against the great winds sweeping down over the Ridge.

Inside it was very nicely and softly lined with dry grass, and some horse-hair, and a piece of yellow silk from the lining of what had once been a ruffle or something like that that women wear.

The nest was in a tall pine, which stood at one end of a grove of ancient fir trees overlooking a slope of pasture and an old white farmhouse with a big garden behind it.

Nearly all the trees had crows' nests in their tops, but in most of the other nests there were three or four young crows." As Uncle Andy paused again at this point the Babe, who was always polite, felt that he was really expected to ask a question here.