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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: half-way when the coachman, who was waiting at the door with the little grey
mare and the phaeton, motioned to her to come quietly. Tattine saw at a glance
what had happened, and sped swiftly back to Patrick. "Keep Black-and-white up
the tree," she said, in a breathless whisper; "don't let her go near the nest,
and don't let her come down for the world. The little Phoebe-birds have lit."
"All right, miss," not at all understanding the situation, but more than
willing to obey orders. Tattine was in such haste to get back to the house
that she hardly heard his answer. What she had tried to tell him was that the
five little fledglings, crowded into the tiny nest under the eaves of the
porch, had taken it into their heads to try their first flight at that precise
moment, and there they were perched on the shafts of the phaeton, lighting, as
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