[Illustration:  "Next you must lay a feather"]

Now Mother Magpie was very angry, but she kept on with her lesson in spite of these rude and silly interruptions.  She turned toward the Wood-Pigeon, who was a rattle-pated young thing, and who was not having any success with the sticks which she was trying to place.

“Here, Wood-Pigeon,” said Mother Magpie, “you must place those sticks through and across, criss-cross, criss-cross, so.”

“Criss-cross, criss-cross, so,” interrupted the Wood-Pigeon.  “I know.  That will do-o-o, that will do-o-o!”

Mother Magpie hopped up and down on one leg, so angry she could hardly croak.

“You silly Pigeon,” she sputtered, “not so.  You are spoiling your nest.  Place the sticks so!”

“I know, I know!  That will do-o-o, that will do-o-o!” cooed the Wood-Pigeon obstinately in her soft, foolish little voice, without paying the least attention to Mother Magpie’s directions.

“We all know that—­anything more?” chirped the chorus of birds, trying to conceal how anxious they were to know what came next, for the nests were only half finished.

But Mother Magpie was thoroughly disgusted, and refused to go on with the lesson which had been so rudely interrupted by her pupils.

“You are all so wise, friends,” she said, “that surely you do not need any help from me.  You say you know all about it,—­then go on and finish your nests by yourselves.  Much luck may you have!” And away she flew to her own cosy nest in the elm tree, where she was soon fast asleep, forgetting all about the matter.

But oh!  What a pickle the other birds were in!  The lesson was but half finished, and most of them had not the slightest idea what to do next.  That is why to this day many of the birds have never learned to build a perfect nest.  Some do better than others, but none build like Mother Magpie.

But the Wood-Pigeon was in the worst case of them all.  For she had only the foundation laid criss-cross as the Magpie had shown her.  And so, if you find in the woods the most shiftless, silly kind of nest that you can imagine—­just a platform of sticks laid flat across a branch, with no railing to keep the eggs from rolling out, no roof to keep the rain from soaking in—­when you see that foolishness, you will know that it is the nest of little Mistress Wood-Pigeon, who was too stupid to learn the lesson which Mother Magpie was ready to teach.

And the queerest part of all is that the birds blamed the Magpie for the whole matter, and have never liked her since.  But, as you may have found out for yourselves, that is often the fate of wise folk who make discoveries or who do things better than others.

THE GORGEOUS GOLDFINCH

The Goldfinch who lives in Europe is one of the gaudiest of the little feathered brothers.  He is a very Joseph of birds in his coat of many colors, and folk often wonder how he came to have feathers so much more gorgeous than his kindred.  But after you have read this tale you will wonder no longer.