Plainly can be seen.

"Don't you know," says bobolink,
As he shakes his head,
That my nest is hidden in
This soft grassy bed?
Somebody has come too near,
And I wish to say
There is no admittance here
Pass the other way.

"If my gentle little wife
Sits so calm above,
It's because she knows I'll guard
This dear nest we love."
Fear not, pretty bobolink,
Sing your joyous song,
Never will I trouble you,
Sing, the whole day long.

HOW HIRAM SPENT HIS SHRIMP MONEY.

"I wish my mother had a ring like those the ladies wear at the hotel,"
said Hiram Green to himself one day. "There isn't one of those ladies as
pretty as my mother; she ought to wear rings too."

Hiram was the son of a fisherman, but the fisherman had died when Hiram
was a little boy. Hiram's mother took in sewing and fancy work to earn
money to support herself and her son. He helped her what he could out of
school hours, and in vacation. He had two uncles who wad taught him how
to catch shrimps. With the money he earned by selling them he could buy
things for his own use or pleasure. He had a bank almost full of what he
called his "shrimp-money." He did not mean to count his money until the
bank was full.

Now Hiram loved his mother more than anything else in the world.
Whenever he dreamed of being rich some time, as boys often do, it was
not for himself he wanted the money, but that his dear little mother
might drive in a carriage, drawn by a pair of horses with clanking
chains.

The sight of the flashing gems on the hands of some of the summer
visitors at the fishing village in which he lived had added a new
article to the list of beautiful things his mother was some day to
own. He had heard that just one single diamond was sometimes worth five
hundred dollars or more. This had discouraged him very much. But one
day happening to pass a shop in the neighboring town he saw a number of
rings displayed in the window. Diamond rings which flashed and sparkled,
it seemed to him, just as those worn by the ladies in the hotels. He
stopped fascinated, ana pressed his face against the glass eagerly to
see if any prices were marked upon them. Imagine his surprise when he
saw upon the largest one a tag marked $4.75. He looked again to see
if he had not made a mistake. Perhaps it was $475.00. But no, he knew
enough about figures to see that he was right the first time.