gg from a bird.

But never before had he found a nest of Hooty the Owl. Those two big
eggs would add ever so much to his collection. "Take 'em," said a
little voice inside. "Hooty is a robber. You will be doing a kindness to
the other birds by taking them."

"Don't do it," said another little voice. "Hooty may be a robber, but
he has a place in the Green Forest, or Old Mother Nature never would
have put him here. It is just as much stealing to take his eggs as to
take the eggs of any other bird. He has just as much right to them as
Jenny Wren has to hers."

"Take one and leave one," said the first voice.

"That will be just as much stealing as if you took both," said the
second voice. "Besides, you will be breaking your own word. You said
that you never would take another egg."

"I didn't promise anybody but myself," declared Farmer Brown's boy
right out loud. At the sound of his voice, Hooty and Mrs. Hooty, sitting
in the next tree, snapped their bills and hissed louder than ever.

"A promise to yourself ought to be just as good as a promise to any one
else. I don't wonder Hooty hisses at you," said the good little voice.

"Think how fine those eggs will look in your collection and how proud
you will be to show them to the other fellows who never have found a
nest of Hooty's," said the first little voice.

"And think how mean and small and cheap you'll feel every time you look
at them," added the good little voice. "You'll get a lot more fun if
you leave them to hatch out and then watch the little Owls grow up and
learn all about their ways. Just think what a stout, brave fellow Hooty
is to start housekeeping at this time of year, and how wonderful it is
that Mrs. Hooty can keep these eggs warm and when they have hatched
take care of the baby Owls before others have even begun to build their
nests. Besides, wrong is wrong and right is right, always."

Slowly Farmer Brown's boy reached over the edge of the nest and put
back the egg. Then he began to climb down the tree. When he reached the
ground he went off a little way and watched. Almost at once Mrs. Hooty
flew to the nest and settled down on the eggs, while Hooty mounted guard
close by.

"I'm glad I didn't take 'em," said Farmer Brown's boy. "Yes, Sir, I'm
glad I didn't take 'em."

As he turned back toward home, he saw Blacky the Crow flying over the
Green Forest, and little did he guess how he had upset Blacky's plans.

CHAPTER XIII: Blacky Has A