Dick began to feel very unhappy, for he knew just what would happen next.
The boy in the picture looked up and saw the brown nest among the leaves. "There is an oriole's nest," thought he. And in a moment he had climbed the tree, and the five tiny eggs were in his hand.
"I'll take them home," he said, as he put the eggs into his pocket. But he handled them so roughly that three were broken.
With an angry word he threw all the eggs on the ground, and then went on whistling and kicking up the dust.
A joyous bird song was heard in the air, and the two orioles darted into the apple tree. The mother bird flew to her nest. Then she gave a cry so sharp and sad that it hurt one's heart to hear it.
The father bird joined the poor mother in her outcries of fright and sorrow. There on the dusty ground lay all that was left of the beautiful eggs.
Far across the field flew the oriole mother, almost wild with sorrow. The father, with his feathers drooping, sat on a fence post, and his happy songs were changed to notes of sadness.
III.
| empty | whining | shoulder | weary |
| stolen | crooked | cruelly | shelter |
| howled | rattling | pattering | limping |
| second | wounded | terrible | banging |