"
"I can," interposed the Babe.
"Oh, you needn't mind," said Uncle Andy, hastily. "But perhaps, if you
listen with great care, you _may_ find answers to some of them in what
I am going to tell you. Of course, I don't promise, for I don't know
what you asked me. But _maybe_ you'll hear something that will throw
some light on the subject."
"Thank you very much," said the Babe.
"There were only two young ones in the nest," said Uncle Andy, in his
sometimes irrelevant way, which seemed deliberately designed to make
the Babe ask questions. "The nest was a big, untidy structure of
sticks and dead branches; but it was strongly woven for all its
untidiness, because it had to stand against the great winds sweeping
down over the Ridge. Inside it was very nicely and softly lined with
dry grass, and some horse-hair, and a piece of yellow silk from the
lining of what had once been a ruffle or something like that that women
wear. The nest was in a tall pine, which stood at one end of a grove
of ancient fir trees overlooking a slope of pasture and an old white
farmhouse with a big garden behind it. Nearly all the trees had crows'
nests in their tops, but in most of the other nests there were three or
four young crows.
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