"It's very different," grumbled Jim, but a little less defiantly now.
"Father says the mother birds often die of grief when they find their nests gone. You'll put it back, Jim?"
"Not very likely, when I've had all this fuss to get it."
"Just put it back for ten minutes," pleaded Ned.
"And take it again after?"
"Yes, and take it again after—if you like."
"What good would that do?" inquired Jim, with a laugh.
"Just put it back for ten minutes, while I tell you a story."
"You'll promise not to talk Sunday-school stuff when I take 'em back again, or tell the master, or serve me any sneaky trick like that?"
"I promise. Stay, I'll help you put the nest back in exactly the old spot."