Ellen gazed down and sprang in, and ere the others could recover from their astonishment, or come forward to offer her assistance, she looked up in her beauty from the dark spot where she was standing.
"Let me get out alone," said she; "I have such a prize;" and she held in her hand a bird's nest, with its three little white eggs deposited therein.
"Oh! Ellen," said Mrs.Weston, robbing a bird's nest.

"Put it back, my dear." "No, indeed, Mrs.Weston, do not ask me.

Think of my finding it in Washington's grave.

I mean to have it put on an alabaster stand, and a glass case over it, and consider it the most sacred gem I possess.

There, Uncle Bacchus, keep it for me, and don't crush the eggs." "I won't break 'em, Miss Ellen," said Bacchus, whose thoughts were apt to run on "sperrits." "I thought for certain you had see'd de old gentleman's ghost, and he had called you down in dat dark hole.