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The Thrush’s Nest

           Hesleepsinhisneststill,andhasafascinatingwayofcurlingroundinit,foritisjustlargeenoughtoholdhimcomfortablywhenhecurlsroundlikeakitten.Itisbrowninside,ofcourse,butoutsideitismostlygreen,beingwovenofgrassandtwigs,andwhenthesewitherorsnapthewallsarethatchedafresh.Therearealsoafewfeathershereandthere,whichcameoffthethrusheswhiletheywerebuilding.

           Theotherbirdswereextremelyjealousandsaidthattheboatwouldnotbalanceonthewater,butitlaymostbeautifullysteady;theysaidthewaterwouldcomeintoit,butnowatercameintoit.NexttheysaidthatPeterhadnooars,andthiscausedthethrushestolookateachotherindismay,butPeterrepliedthathehadnoneedofoars,forhehadasail,andwithsuchaproud,happyfaceheproducedasailwhichhehadfashionedoutofhisnight-gown,andthoughitwasstillratherlikeanight-gownitmadealovelysail.Andthatnight,themoonbeingfull,andallthebirdsasleep,hedidenterhiscoracle(asMasterFrancisPrettywouldhavesaid)anddepartoutoftheisland.Andfirst,heknewnotwhy,helookedupward,withhishandsclasped,andfromthatmomenthiseyeswerepinnedtothewest.

           Hehadpromisedthethrushestobeginbymakingshortvoyages,withthemtohisguides,butfarawayhesawtheKensingtonGardensbeckoningtohimbeneaththebridge,andhecouldnotwait.Hisfacewasflushed,butheneverlookedback;therewasanexultationinhislittlebreastthatdroveoutfear.

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