“I declare my legs feel just like a Dutch doll’s.”
“Then here’s the place to go to bed in,” said Buffy-Bob.
They stood at the edge of a last year’s nest, and looked down with delight into the round, mossy cave. Then they crept gently in, and, lying down in each other’s arms, found it so deep, and warm, and comfortable, and soft, that they were soon fast asleep.
Now, close beside them, in a hollow, was another nest, in which lay a lark and his wife; and the children were awakened, very early in the morning, by a dispute between Mr. and Mrs. Lark.
“Let me up,” said the lark.
“It is not time,” said the lark’s wife.
“It is,” said the lark, rather rudely. “The darkness is quite thin. I can almost