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The
goldfinch
had
ventured
back
to
the
wire
,
for
there
was
his
mate
,
only
a
few
inches
above
the
man
-
creature
’
s
head
;
and
indeed
,
he
simply
must
not
be
allowed
to
look
up
,
so
the
brave
little
fellow
rocked
on
the
wire
and
piped
,
as
he
had
done
every
day
for
a
week
:
“
SEE
ME
?
SEE
ME
?
”
“
See
you
!
Of
course
I
see
you
,
”
growled
Freckles
.
“
I
see
you
day
after
day
,
and
what
good
is
it
doing
me
?
I
might
see
you
every
morning
for
a
year
,
and
then
not
be
able
to
be
telling
anyone
about
it
.
’
Seen
a
bird
with
black
silk
wings
—
little
,
and
yellow
as
any
canary
.
’
That
’
s
as
far
as
I
’
d
get
.
What
you
doing
here
,
anyway
?
Have
you
a
mate
?
What
’
s
your
name
?
’
See
you
?
’
I
reckon
I
see
you
;
but
I
might
as
well
be
blind
,
for
any
good
it
’
s
doing
me
!
”
Freckles
impatiently
struck
the
wire
.
With
a
screech
of
fear
,
the
goldfinch
fled
precipitately
.
His
mate
arose
from
the
nest
with
a
whirr
—
Freckles
looked
up
and
saw
it
.
“
O
—
ho
!
”
he
cried
.
“
So
THAT
’
S
what
you
are
doing
here
!
You
have
a
wife
.
And
so
close
my
head
I
have
been
mighty
near
wearing
a
bird
on
my
bonnet
,
and
never
knew
it
!
”
Freckles
laughed
at
his
own
jest
,
while
in
better
humor
he
climbed
to
examine
the
neat
,
tiny
cradle
and
its
contents
.
The
hen
darted
at
him
in
a
frenzy
.
“
Now
,
where
do
you
come
in
?
”
he
demanded
,
when
he
saw
that
she
was
not
similar
to
the
goldfinch
.
“
You
be
clearing
out
of
here
!
This
is
none
of
your
fry
.
This
is
the
nest
of
me
little
,
yellow
friend
of
the
wire
,
and
you
shan
’
t
be
touching
it
.
Don
’
t
blame
you
for
wanting
to
see
,
though
.
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
.
It
would
have
been
plain
to
the
veriest
novice
that
they
were
partners
in
that
cradle
.
“
Well
,
I
’
ll
be
switched
!
”
muttered
Freckles
.
“
If
that
ain
’
t
both
their
nest
!
And
he
’
s
yellow
and
she
’
s
green
,
or
she
’
s
yellow
and
he
’
s
green
.
Of
course
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
and
I
haven
’
t
any
way
to
find
out
,
but
it
’
s
plain
as
the
nose
on
your
face
that
they
are
both
ready
to
be
fighting
for
that
nest
,
so
,
of
course
,
they
belong
.
Doesn
’
t
that
beat
you
?
Say
,
that
’
s
what
’
s
been
sticking
me
all
of
this
week
on
that
grass
nest
in
the
thorn
tree
down
the
line
.
One
day
a
blue
bird
is
setting
,
so
I
think
it
is
hers
.
The
next
day
a
brown
bird
is
on
,
and
I
chase
it
off
because
the
nest
is
blue
’
s
.
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
.
”
