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"Or mine," chimed in another bird, as it claimed a bright piece of tin.html">tin
the bower.
"Nonsense, children.html">children!" said a grave old Satin Bird, "your trifles are not
along the top of the bower. The effect is splendid!"
As he spoke, Dot observed that, twined amidst the topmost twigs of the
red rag that must have been found in an extinct camp fire, judging by its
had upon her finger a ring of the pretty coloured pieces of glass. She saw
begged that it might be added to the other decorations. It was instantly
tin.
This gift from Dot caused an immediate flow of conversation, because every.html">every
how beautiful.html">beautiful the beads were. "Quite too lovely!" said one. "What a
bower required," was a general remark, and a great many kept exclaiming,
"It's a dear!" and so on. A great deal more was said, but the oldest
the frogs and crickets to start the music again, so as to keep the
dance.html">dance. Like a troop of children, they ran round and round the bower, and
assemble in groups, and hop up and down, and dance to one another in what
and grace of the Native Companions, who can make beautiful movements with
ungainly in their steps.
What amused her was to see how the young cock birds showed off to the
had five or six little hens looking admiringly at their every movement.
hens, in a circle round them, watched their hops and steps with absorbed
out his feathers, so as to look as big as possible, and after strutting
then on the other, then spring high into the air, and do a sort of step
resorted to, to show off his feathers and dancing to the best advantage;
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