It was a semi-sphere, open at the top, and but one inch in diameter.

In fact, so small was the whole structure, that any one but the sharp-eyed, bird-catching, nest-seeking Francois, would have taken it for a knob on the bark of the tree.
All three now returned to watch the manoeuvres of the birds, that, not having seen them by the nest, still continued playing among the flowers.
The boys stole as near as possible, keeping behind a large bunch of hanging vines.

Lucien was nearest, and his face was within a few feet of the little creatures, so that he could observe every motion they made.

He was soon gratified with a sight that determined his "point" for him.

A swarm of small blue-winged flies attracted his attention.
They were among the blossoms, sometimes resting upon them, and sometimes flitting about from one to another.