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قراءة كتاب The Blue Birds' Winter Nest
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| The Blue Birds and Bobolinks were deep in the work of constructing a magazine. |
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| (Page 259) | (“The Blue Birds' Winter Nest.”) |
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THE BLUE BIRDS’ WINTER NEST By LILLIAN ELIZABETH ROY Author of “The Blue Birds of Happy Times Nest,” “The Blue “Birds’ Uncle Ben,” “The Blue Birds at Happy Hills,” “The Five Little Starrs Series,” “The Girl Scouts’ Country Life Series,” etc.  A. L. BURT COMPANY Publishers New York Printed in U. S. A. |
Copyright, 1916, by
THE PLATT & PECK COMPANY
Printed in U. S. A.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | ||
| I | How Aunt Selina Flew | 7 | |
| II | A Sunday Walk and Its Results | 26 | |
| III | The Blue Birds’ Inspiration | 45 | |
| IV | The Bobolink Boys Founded | 62 | |
| V | Uncle Ben’s Business Talk | 81 | |
| VI | Beginning the Winter Work | 96 | |
| VII | Blue Bird Wisdom and Bobolink Work | 114 | |
| VIII | Aunt Selina’s Civil War Story | 135 | |
| IX | How the Yankees Took Possession | 160 | |
| X | Beginning to Spell Success | 179 | |
| XI | The Winter Nest Council | 199 | |
| XII | The Story of an Alaskan Trip | 219 | |
| XIII | A Winter in the Frozen North | 238 | |
| XIV | The B. B. & B. B. Magazine | 259 | |
| XV | How the Magazine Went Out | 285 |
THE BLUE BIRDS’ WINTER NEST
“Sally! I say, Sally! Come here!” cried a peevish voice, belonging to a querulous old lady who was huddled up on a couch in the bright morning room of her fine old mansion.
“I’se here, Miss S’lina—comin’ straight an’ fas’ as mah laigs kin brings me!” replied a cheerful colored woman, bustling around, and moving some toast so it would not scorch.
“Are you quite sure you told Abe to meet the eleven-thirty train at Greenfields station? Just fancy how dreadful it would be to have Miss Ruth get off the train and not find anyone there to meet her!” complained Miss Selina, her face twitching with pain as she raised her hands to emphasize her remark.
“Laws’ee, Miss S’lina! Don’ you be ’fraid dat I han’t tended to eberyt’ing for little Miss Rufie’s welcome! Leave it to ole Sally, what likes dat chile like her own kin!”
“Well, then, Sally, hurry with my toast and tea—and for goodness’ sake, don’t you bring scorched toast again! There, I can smell it burning this very minute! How many times must I tell you that I will not trust those electric toasters? The old-fashioned coal fire is good enough for me—and it would be for you, too, if it were not for your ridiculous ideas of being progressive and having all these electric fol-de-rols put up in the house. My house, too! Think of it! A