<h2><SPAN name="VIII" id="VIII"></SPAN>VIII</h2><h3>THE HOUSE IN THE MEADOW</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Bobby Bobolink</span> and his wife had talked
a good deal about the home they were going
to have.</p>
<p>And unlike some people, who are forever
planning things but never begin the
actual doing of them, they soon set to work
to build their nest.</p>
<p>First, of course, they had to find a pleasant
place for it. So they looked the
ground over carefully. Bobby Bobolink
favored the exact center of the big meadow
building site, for he said that if
Johnnie Green ever came into the meadow
he was more likely to take a short cut<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_38" id="p_38"></SPAN></span>
across a corner of it than he was to walk
straight through the middle.</p>
<p>"You may not know," he said to his
wife, "that Farmer Green doesn't care to
have the grass on the farm trampled
down."</p>
<p>But Mrs. Bobolink replied that there
were other things to think of. She said
that she liked to live in a rather moist
place—that such a spot was comfortable
in hot weather. And furthermore she
wanted to be near water. "If you need a
drink on a warm day it's not always convenient
to go far out of your way for it,"
she pointed out.</p>
<p>Well, Bobby Bobolink saw at once that
Mrs. Bobolink had made up her mind, and
there was no use trying to change it. Besides,
he wanted to please her.</p>
<p>"Then, my dear, where would you like
to have our house built?" he asked.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_39" id="p_39"></SPAN></span>"I should prefer to settle in the lower
end of the meadow, near Cedar Swamp,"
she replied. "The ground thereabouts is
just damp enough to suit me. And there's
always plenty of water to drink in the
swamp.... Besides," she added, "it's
somewhat marshy in that part of the meadow.</p>
<p>"And you won't find Johnny Green
trespassing down there. He might get his
feet wet!"</p>
<p>Bobby Bobolink turned his head away
so that his wife wouldn't notice the smile
that flitted across his face. He saw that
Mrs. Bobolink didn't know Johnnie Green
very well.</p>
<p>In summer Johnnie almost always went
barefooted. And he never minded getting
his feet wet any more than Paddy Muskrat
did.</p>
<p>But if his wife wanted their nest<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_40" id="p_40"></SPAN></span>
near the swamp, Bobby Bobolink was willing
to oblige her.</p>
<p>"Very well!" he said. "Let's go down
there now and look for the best place to
build."</p>
<p>So off they flew. And after a careful
search they discovered a snug little hollow
in the ground that entirely suited them
both.</p>
<p>Since the spot was somewhat moist,
early in the season as it was the grass grew
thick and high all around, making a fine
screen to prevent prying eyes from seeing
what was to be hidden there.</p>
<p>Having decided on their building site,
Bobby Bobolink and his wife began to
gather weed stems, leaves and coarse
grasses, all left over from the year before
and dried by the spring sunshine. Those
served for the outside of the nest. As
for the inside, they lined that with soft,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_41" id="p_41"></SPAN></span>
fine grasses, because they expected to keep
something precious in that nest before a
great while.</p>
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