A GREAT EYE. 175

strong for them. The lark could have borne the sun’s bright-
ness for ever if it had not been for the flagging of his wings,
and for the thought of the little patient wife on the nest below,
who wanted some comfort and conversation sometimes. So

     

he dropped down’ with closed wings till he
was near the! ground, and then took one
or two short flights before he came to
the nest ; for he saw a ploughman working
at the other end of the field, and a lark
has sense enough to settle on the ground some
little way from its home, and to creep towards
pee a it through the grass, so that no one may find out
where he lives.
“Little mother, how do you get on?” said the father lark.
“Jt is time that you left the nest for a while and took a turn
to refresh yourself.”
“That is just the way you talk!” said the mother lark,
tossing her head; “I don’t think much of husbands!” (but she