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after, said his mother, laughing ;
and May answered,—

‘Yes, mother; didn’t you know ?”

Then she got their hats, and off
they set. It did not take long to
get to the place; but, oh! dear, dear,
when they got there, what do you
think they saw? Ah! no nest at
all! Only a little bit of straw stick-
ing in the tree; and the bushes were
all broken and trodden down. Some
one had seen the nest, too; that was
certain. May got very red, and she
looked quite indignant, but she did
not speak for a minute, and then
cite calc

‘Some boys have been here—some
naughty, cruel boys, ’m sure; and