“All of us here choose talent,” declared Jules.
“Never, my children,” urged Uncle Paul, “be untrue to that sentiment.” [[213]]
“We should have to forget your teachings,” the other replied, “before we could do that.”
“And what are the eggs like?” asked Emile.
“Emile is bound to have all I can tell him about the penduline. Does this builder of felt nests interest you, then, so very much?”
“Yes, it does,” Emile assured him.
“Well, the eggs are quite white and rather long. There are three or four of them to a nest.”
“No more than that, when the other tomtits have twenty?”
“No more; but to make up for it there are two layings a year.” [[214]]