Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 675
little brown bird on thelowest branch of the maple-tree. Yes; she could seethe music come rising andfalling, laughing and sighing, out of his mouth.And she knew from the way he kept his eyes onhers, singing to her alone, that of all the birds hewas her very own,—sent down to carry the best songs… … SHE LIFTED HIM GENTLY. But he did not dare venture nearer than that low-est branch of the maple-tree ; although there werelittle hands beckoning him, and cooing tones coax-ing him and grand preparations going on for hisreception. Many a time the baby spread her apron smoothover her knees ; many a…
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