—Folk story
FINDING A HOME
Early in spring a couple of bluebirds set out to look for a home.
“What do you think of this vacant dove-cote for our nest, sweet wife?” asked he. “The view from the top of the gable is beautiful.”
“I am afraid of all these windows,” said she, peeping in at each. “The wind might prove too strong for our little ones when they come.”
“Parents must think of that,” said he. And on they flew.
Under the eaves of a barn they found an empty swallow’s nest. “The very thing for us,” they both cried, and alighted to look at it. At this minute who should arrive from the south but the swallow who owned it? He saw at once what they were at and flew straight into it, crying,
“Kwi-kwi-kwivet,
My house is not to let.”