188 A GREAT EYE.

they have all over this country, on purpose for us no doubt.
Depend upon it that our own ways are best,” and his wife
agreed with him. She poked out her round black head and ©
bright beady eyes from the nest, and her husband came and fed
her, for her eggs were not hatched yet and she could not leave
them often.

Down below her the swallow’s wife could spy something
hanging up against the house-wall. It was the lark’s cage; she
could hear the lark’s note coming from it.

peVat, vite vit! usaidyshess <A amanis house ais, arusetul
thing to build one’s nest against, but I for one would not trust
them. Look how they have caught that poor bird down there
Wala) Weey oy

“Qui-vit!” cried her husband, as he made one sharp
circling flight round the cage of the captive, and after pausing
for an instant near the place he Swept away over the garden
right into the green corn-field.

“IT have seen your husband,” he said to the mother laisse
“he is not gone to Egypt. He is——”

But just as the swallow was beginning to tell what he had
seen, a tempting white-winged moth caught his sharp eyer tlw
was his wife’s favourite dinner, and forgetting all that he meant
to say, he made off to chase it, never thinking of the matter any
more till he got back to her again with the moth in his beak.

The lark’s cage was gone, for Nelly had taken it round to
the other side of the house to hang it under the branches of a
green vine, where she thought that the lark would be happier.

“Tam suve he will be happy, mother dear! I shall love
him so dearly. He shall have different seeds every day, and .
the freshest water and grass and everything that I can think of.
And oh! the gardener says that larks like spiders and little
beetles, and he will dig for some. I will find something new