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thick or the Deserted blend trees.
“Don't do that." .wsrned Jack.
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deeper into the woods.
this tint-3. (Continual)
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“I- know wheroflthcre is a blue-
bird's nest." said the picture boy
who had been white-washing the
fence. . -
"A blue—bird‘s nest!” cried _Nick in
surprise. “Why, how can blue birds
59“ building nests now? They only
build in the spring when they fly up
trom'the South. It's toll now!"
“'Huhl" cried the boy. "Fall! You
must be crazy! Do you think I should
be white-washingalcncc in the fall?
I guess not! No sireel"
“Why, my sister and I just got
our winter clothes today," said Nick.
"Sweaters and heavy coats and
everything! The birds where we live
hove ell gone sway—all but the
sparrows." .
"8h!" whispered Nancy. putting
her fingers over her lips and shaking
her heed. .
Suddenly Nick laughed. “Oh. I
target!" he cried. "You see. we live
I. long way tram here. We're—we're
Just visiting." ,
"Oh. I thouxht there was some-
thing funny." sold the boy. "Come
on out. Charley. and finish this fence.
will you? I want to take a walk."
Out come another boy, who picked
up the whitewash brush and started
to work, utter s. curious look at the
' Twins.
Nancy looked around, to see it
there Wu any sign of t e picture
sellers. But it hed dies sued as
completely as lest year. And Mister
Blue Cop. ss ususl. was not to be
seen. The little fairymen was hid-
tnx somewhere, she knew. so she
didn't worry.
The picture boy took them to a
piece beside the road where some
hsselobushes in a, fence corner were
Jim setting their new leaves.
And pulling sside the hunches he
pointed to s. Ins; little nest where
s at little blue bird was cuddled
by the trees and only the reflection could ho #0011.
said Jack, “Wu'YC got to find out what this is all about.
ADVENTURES
Drawings; by L. Rodin--
Deserted Island—Chapter *7
1n the meantime Jack and Flop soon tound themselves buried in tho
Every now and then Jack would
stop and csllxout Dotty's name. But no answer earns. Thou. suddenly
Jack heard I. low growl. Flip pricked up his ears and storm! to lurk.
, _That Owns the growl of some animal. Jack decided. Then he hoe
gun to worry for tear Dotty and Oogle had been attacked. The growl
came again and. as near as the little adventurer could figure, it was
a few hundred feet away. While he was trying to make up his. mind
what to do, a. bright flare attracted his attention.
shouted. But the blaze “as hill-.11
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cozily and not even winking her
eyes.
Her husband up in a nearby apple.
tree was making a trcmr-ndous noise.
however. as much as to say. “Look
at me! Look here! Look anywhr'ro,
except at my wife Sitting on her
eggs. Please do! Fir-€154! doi"
‘.‘All right. Mistgr Blur) Bird, we'll
so away." leughted the boy. "\Ye
only came to admire your nice blue
feathers and see your new house.
. We wouldn't hurt you.
"Come on." he said to Nancy and
Nick, when he sat“: how cxclled they
were. "I know where there's 8
pickcrcl under a bank. He's been
there for days and never moves.”
"What is, a pickerel?" asked
Nancy. ‘ .
"A plckcrcl's a fish." said Nick.
"Didn‘t you know?" r
But Nancy said nothing and soon
they reached the pond. The boy got
down on his hands and knees—Very
quietly. "Look!" he whispered,
Sure enough. there was Mister
Pickerel. a long black and gold
shfidow lying as straight as a poker
in the water, among them-row—heod
stalks.
He knew they saw him. but the old
fellow never even wigglorl. You could
have put your hand down and caught
him~-perhaps!
“We must go back noW." said
Nick. thinking that Mister Blue Cop
would be wnitinz.
“What's your hurry?" asked the
boy. "You have all day, haven't
you?" >
“Yes." said Nick, "I moan 'no.’
We have all day. but we have M'Or
3nd ever so many places to go.
We'd love to stay, but perhaps we
can come back." .
"Then try and come soon." said
the boy.
(To be continued.)
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