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 post or a low branch, and kept his eyes on her. As she went from place to place to find the right kind of grasses, or to the little house to throw them in, he always followed her. Sometimes she was just gliding through the entrance with a load as he alighted on the house top with a choice morsel for her to eat.

One day our neighbor's cat was hiding behind an evergreen near where Mrs. Bluebird was hunting grasses. Mr. Bluebird's bright eyes saw her just in time.

"Dear-dear-dear!" he cried, quickly and jerkily.

Mrs. Bluebird knew that that meant, "Danger! Fly quick!!" Up she flew, and away.

The cat jumped high and almost caught her.

After that I chased the cat away every time I saw her. There certainly should be a law to make people keep their cats at home.

When Mrs. Bluebird had her house all furnished she stayed at home about two weeks and took a good rest. Mr. Bluebird continued to bring her meals and to entertain her. When he was not hunting bugs and worms, or chasing English sparrows, he was sure to be somewhere near home, singing his sweetest songs.

When Mrs. Bluebird was able to be out again she and Mr. Bluebird were busier than ever. Both were carrying food to the little house. I knew then that they had babies in there, so I called him Father, and her Mother.