How beautiful it looked, as it flashed its golden feathers through the dark-green pine trees!" added Olive, her face lighting up at the recollection.
"Yes, I remember," answered the Doctor.

"All the Tanagers of our country have pretty much the same habits.

Even if we had found the nest we might have mistaken it for a Scarlet Tanager's.

Those I have seen in the Museum are quite similar, built of twigs and pliant stems, and lined with fine rootlets.

The position of the nest, saddled as it is on the horizontal limb of a tree, is very similar, and you could hardly tell the eggs apart.
"But come, children, you must be tired by this time, and hungry too.