14/45 This is the nest of me little, yellow friend of the wire, and you shan't be touching it. My, but it's a fine nest and beauties of eggs. Will you be keeping away, or will I fire this stick at you ?" Freckles dropped to the trail. The hen darted to the nest and settled on it with a tender, coddling movement. He of the yellow coat flew to the edge to make sure that everything was right. |