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"Only two eggs!" he said. "I don't call that many." "It may not be _many_," said the mother woodpigeon, "but it is the right quantity. Three would be _too_ many, and one would not be enough. ONLY TWO EGGS HE SAID I DON'T CALL THAT MANY IT MAY NOT BE MANY SAID THE MOTHER WOOD PIGEON BUT IT IS THE RIGHT QUANTITY THREE WOULD BE TOO MANY AND ONE WOULD NOT BE ENOUGH
 are the clouds, and sometimes I am quite near them. How fast we go! We seem to be chasing each other. And when I look down, I see green islands far below me. Those are the tops of trees that I am flying over. My nest is in one of them, and I always know which one it is. When I am above it, I pause as a boat pauses on the crest of a wave, and then down, down, down I go, such a deep, cool, delicious plunge, till at last the leaves rustle round me, and I am sitting amongst the branches again, and cooing.” “By your nest?” asked Tommy Smith. “Oh yes; when I have one,” said the woodpigeon. “I have now, you know, because it is the springtime.” “I wish I could see it with the eggs in it,” said Tommy Smith. But it was no use wishing, he hadn’t wings, and he couldn’t climb the tree. “How many eggs are there?” he asked. “Two-oo-oo-oo,” said a voice, higher up amongst the foliage; and Tommy Smith knew that the mother woodpigeon was sitting there on her nest, and looking down at him all the while. I SEE GREAT WHITE SHIPS WITH ALL THEIR SAILS SET THEY ARE THE CLOUDS AND SOMETIMES I AM QUITE NEAR THEM HOW FAST THEY GO WE SEEM TO BE CHASING EACH OTHER AND WHEN I LOOK DOWN I SEE GREEN ISLANDS FAR BELOW ME THOSE ARE THE TOPS OF THE TREES THAT I AM FLYING OVER MY NEST IS IN ONE OF THEM AND I ALWAYS KNOW WHICH ONE IT IS WHEN I AM ABOVE IT I PAUSE AS A BOAT PAUSES ON THE CREST OF A WAVE AND THEN DOWN DOWN IT GOES SUCH A DEEP COOL DELICIOUS PLUNGE UNTIL AT LAST THE LEAVES RUSTLE AROUND ME AND I AM SITTING AMONGST THE BRANCHES AGAIN AND COOING BY YOUR NEST ASKED TOM SMITH OH YES WHEN I HAVE ONE SAID THE WOODPIGEON I HAVE NOW YOU KNOW BECAUSE IT IS IN THE SPRINGTIME I WISH I COULD SEE IT WITH THE EGGS IN IT SAID TOMMY SMITH BUT IT WAS NO USE WISHING HE HADN'T WINGS AND HE COULDN'T CLIMB THE TREE HOW MANY EGGS ARE THERE HE ASKED TWO SAID THE VOICE HIGHER UP AMONGST THE FOLIAGE AND TOMMY SMITH KNEW THAT THE MOTHERWOOD PIGEON WAS SITTING THERE ON HER NEST AND LOOKING DOWN AT HIM ALL THE WHILE
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