Next day the brown bird is on again, and I let her be, because I think it must be hers.

Next day, be golly, blue's on, and off I send her because it's brown's; and now, I bet my hat, it's both their nest and I've only been bothering them and making a big fool of mesilf.

Pretty specimen I am, pretending to be a friend to the birds, and so blamed ignorant I don't know which ones go in pairs, and blue and brown are a pair, of course, if yellow and green are--and there's the red birds! I never thought of them! He's red and she's gray--and now I want to be knowing, are they all different?
Why no! Of course, they ain't! There's the jays all blue, and the crows all black." The tide of Freckles' discontent welled until he almost choked with anger and chagrin.

He plodded down the trail, scowling blackly and viciously spanging the wire.

At the finches' nest he left the line and peered into the thorn tree.