"Tut, tut, Jenny," said the good-natured fellow, "what is the use of us newly married folk quarreling in this fashion. Think how joyous we were less than one short hour ago. Come, my dear, the family have all left the porch, save Emmett. Let us fly over there and take a look at our treasure." And Mrs. Wren, entirely restored to good humor, flirted her tail over her back, hopped about a little in a coquettish manner, then spread her wings, and off they flew together. Mrs. Wren the next day deposited another egg, and the next, and the next, till six little speckled beauties lay huddled together in the cosy nest. "Exactly the number of our landlord's family," said she, fluffing her feathers and gathering the eggs under her in that truly delightful fashion common to all mother birds. "I am so glad. I was greatly puzzled to know what names we should have given the babies had there been more than six." "I hadn't thought of that," admitted Mr. Wren, who in his joy had been treating his mate to one of his fine wooing songs, and at length coaxed her from the nest, "but I dare say we would have named them after some of our relatives." "Why, of course," assented Mrs. Wren, "I certainly would have named one after my dear, brave papa. Mrs. John Wren says that boys named after a great personage generally develop all the qualities of that person." "Oh, indeed!" sniffed Mr. Wren, "that was the reason she named one of her numerous brood last year after our rascally neighbor, Mr. Jay, I presume. Certainly the youngster turned out as great a rascal as the one he was named after." Mrs. Wren's head feathers stood on end at once. "For the life of me," she said tartly, "I cannot see why you always fly into a passion, Mr. Wren, whenever I mention dear papa, or Mrs. John, or in fact _any_ of my relatives. Indeed--but sh-sh! There's one of our neighbors coming this way. I verily believe it is, oh yes, it is, it _is_----" and Mrs. Wren wrung her toes, and cried _cheet, cheet, cheet_, and _dee, dee, dee_! in a truly anxious and alarming manner. [TO BE CONTINUED.] SUMMARY. Page 46. #LEAST BITTERN.#--_Botaurus exilis._ RANGE--Temperate North America, from the British Provinces to the West Indies and South America. NEST--In the thick rushes, along the edge of the water, bending down the tops of water grass and plaiting it into a snug little nest, about two or three feet above the water. EGGS--Three or five, pale bluish or greenish-white. * * * * * Page 50. #BALDPATE.#--_Anas americana._ RANGE--North America from the Arctic ocean south to Guatemala and Cuba. NEST--On the ground in marshes, of grass and weeds, neatly arranged and nicely hollowed; usually lined with the down and feathers from its own breast. EGGS--Eight to twelve, of pale buff. * * * * * Page 54. #PURPLE FINCH.#--_Carpodacus purpureus._ Other names: "Purple Grosbeak," "Crimson Finch," "Linnet."