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birds?"

They were creatures of habitual repression, and the inner



glimpses they had taken of each other that day were surprises

they scarcely knew how to meet. Abram said nothing, because he



could not. He slowly shook his head, and turned to the plow, his

eyes misty. Maria started toward the line fence, but she paused



repeatedly to listen; and it was no wonder, for all the redbirds

from miles down the river had gathered around the sumac to see if



there were a battle in birdland; but it was only the Cardinal,

turning somersaults in the air, and screaming with bursting



exuberance: "Come here! Come here!"

Chapter 4



"So dear! So dear!" crooned the Cardinal

She had taken possession of the sumac. The location was her



selection and he loudly applauded her choice. She placed the

first twig, and after examining it carefully, he spent the day



carrying her others just as much alike as possible. If she used

a dried grass blade, he carried grass blades until she began



dropping them on the ground. If she worked in a bit of wild

grape-vine bark, he peeled grape-vines until she would have no



more. It never occurred to him that he was the largest cardinal

in the woods, in those days, and he had forgotten that he wore a



red coat. She was not a skilledarchitect. Her nest certainly

was a loose ramshackle affair; but she had built it, and had



allowed him to help her. It was hers; and he improvised a paean

in its praise. Every morning he perched on the edge of the nest



and gazed in songless wonder at each beautiful new egg; and

whenever she came to brood she sat as if entranced, eyeing her



treasures in an ecstasy of proud possession.

Then she nestled them against her warm breast, and turned adoring



eyes toward the Cardinal. If he sang from the dogwood, she faced

that way. If he rocked on the wild grape-vine, she turned in her



nest. If he went to the corn field for grubs, she stood astride

her eggs and peered down, watching his every movement with



unconcealed anxiety. The Cardinal forgot to be vain of his

beauty; she delighted in it every hour of the day. Shy and timid



beyond belief she had been during her courtship; but she made

reparation by being an incomparably generous and devoted mate.



And the Cardinal! He was astonished to find himself capable of so

much and such varied feeling. It was not enough that he brooded



while she went to bathe and exercise. The daintiest of every

morsel he found was carried to her. When she refused to swallow



another particle, he perched on a twig close by the nest many

times in a day; and with sleek feathers and lowered crest, gazed



at her in silent worshipful adoration.

Up and down the river bank he flamed and rioted. In the sumac he



uttered not the faintest "Chip!" that might attract attention.

He was so anxious to be inconspicuous that he appeared only half



his real size. Always on leaving he gave her a tender little

peck and ran his beak the length of her wing--a characteristic



caress that he delighted to bestow on her.

If he felt that he was disturbing her too often, he perched on



the dogwood and sang for life, and love, and happiness. His

music was in a minor key now. The high, exultant, ringing notes



of passion were mellowed and subdued. He was improvising cradle

songs and lullabies. He was telling her how he loved her, how he



would fight for her, how he was watching over her, how he would

signal if any danger were approaching, how proud he was of her,



what a perfect nest she had built, how beautiful he thought her

eggs, what magnificent babies they would produce. Full of



tenderness, melting with love, liquid with sweetness, the

Cardinal sang to his patient little brooding mate: "So dear! So



dear!"

The farmer leaned on his corn-planter and listened to him



intently. "I swanny! If he hasn't changed his song again, an'

this time I'm blest if I can tell what he's saying!" Every time



the Cardinal lifted his voice, the clip of the corn-planter

ceased, and Abram hung on the notes and studied them over.



One night he said to his wife: "Maria, have you been noticin' the




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