Its feet had scarcely touched the bright petals, when the male ruby-throat darted towards it, and attacked it like a little fury.

Both came out of the flower together, carrying on their miniature battle as they flew; but, after a short contest, the bee turned tail, and flew off with an angry-like buzz,--no doubt, occasioned by the plying of his wings more rapidly in flight.
A shout from Francois now told that the nest was discovered.

There it was, in the fork of a low branch, but without eggs as yet--else the birds would not both have been abroad.

The nest was examined by all three, though they did not disturb it from its position.

It was built of fine threads of Spanish moss (_Tillandsia_), with which it was tied to the branch; and it was lined inside with the silken down of the anemone.