_Mr. Tree-Creeper._ I’ve had the most extraordinary luck. Listen. You
know that farmhouse by the pond. Well, there’s a cow-shed with a door
that won’t shut, and even if it would, it’s got a hole in it, and in
the roof, at the very top, there’s a hollow. It’s the most perfect
place you ever saw, because, even if the farmer twigged us, he couldn’t
get at the nest without pulling off a lot of tiles. Do you see?
_Mrs. Tree-Creeper._ It sounds perfect.
_Mr. Tree-Creeper._ Yes, but it’s no use waiting here. We must collar
it at once. There were a lot of prying birds all about when I was
there, and I noticed a particularly nosey flycatcher watching me all
the time. Come along quick; and you’d better bring a piece of hay with
you to look like business.