The nest was finished by the time the little girl's papa came home to dinner, and he held her up in his arms to see it.
"I'm glad I gave them a piece like my new dress," she said, when she spied the bit of pink woven into the nest.
"Chee, chee, so are we," sang the brown birds in the tree top.
"We're glad we made our nest of hay.
We're glad we finished it to-day.
We're glad we built in the maple tree.
Oh! we are so happy, chee, chee, cheeree."
[THE STICK HORSE]
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