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 noise among the leaves, and, hurrying toward it, he found it was a flock of quail which had been settling for the night.

"Oh, Charlotte!" he cried again.

But no voice answered him. Sadly, lonesomely, then, he returned to the Little Rattler and, when he glanced at it from over the wall, he saw that it had taken upon itself a strange, blurred appearance, as though he were looking at it through a pane of rain-swept glass.