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XV. Nest Building
Itwasthecaw—cawofacrowanditcamefromthetopofthewall,andwhenshelookedup,theresatabigglossy-plumagedblue-blackbird,lookingdownatherverywiselyindeed.Shehadneverseenacrowsoclosebeforeandhemadeheralittlenervous,butthenextmomenthespreadhiswingsandflappedawayacrossthegarden.Shehopedhewasnotgoingtostayinsideandshepushedthedooropenwonderingifhewould.Whenshegotfairlyintothegardenshesawthatheprobablydidintendtostaybecausehehadalightedonadwarfapple-treeandundertheapple-treewaslyingalittlereddishanimalwithaBushytail,andbothofthemwerewatchingthestoopingbodyandrust-redheadofDickon,whowaskneelingonthegrassworkinghard.
Maryflewacrossthegrasstohim.
“Oh,Dickon!Dickon!”shecriedout.“Howcouldyougetheresoearly!Howcouldyou!Thesunhasonlyjustgotup!”
Hegotuphimself,laughingandglowing,andtousled;hiseyeslikeabitofthesky.
“Eh!”hesaid.“Iwasuplongbeforehim.HowcouldIhavestayedabed!Th’world’sallfairbegunagainthismornin’,ithas.An’it’sworkin’an’hummin’an’scratchin’an’pipin’an’nest-buildin’an’breathin’outscents,tillyou’vegottobeoutonit’steado’lyin’onyourback.Whenth’sundidjumpup,th’moorwentmadforjoy,an’Iwasinthemidstofth’heather,an’Irunlikemadmyself,shoutin’an’singin’.An’Icomestraighthere.Icouldn’thavestayedaway.
