Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 31
ss E— put down her hand, proba-bly the prettiest and the whitest hand thequail had ever seen. At least it startled her,and off she sprang, uncovering such a crowdednest of eggs as I had never before beheld.Twenty-one of them! a ring or disk of whitelike a china tea-saucer. You could not helpsaying… … A NEST OF YOUNG QUAIL. farmers barn, the quail had made her nest. Itwas just under the edge of a prostrate thorn-bush. The nest is right there, said the farmer,pausing within ten feet of it, and pointing to thespot with his stick. In a moment or two we could make out she would break some of them.…
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