Parrot

Nests! ha! ha! ha! what sort of nests should they be? You may fancy if you please, but you’ll never know from me! I never blab, not I! What sort of nest is built? Ha! ha! ha! with sheets and blankets and a fine Marseilles quilt! ha! ha! ha! Put it down in your little book,—a four-post bed, I say, With damask moreen hangings, and made every day! ha! ha! ha! Oh, how it makes me laugh! ha! ha! ha! I shall split my sides with laughing some of these days! ha! ha! ha!