Securely fastened to the nest by various colored pieces of twine and thread was one of smaller size, like a lean-to added to a house, as if the original nest had been found too small to accommodate the family of young birds when hatched.

The oriole possesses a peculiar, sweet, high-whistled trill, similar to this--'La-la-la-la,' which always ends with the rising inflection." Fritz Schmidt, who had been listening intently to Mary, gravely remarked, "An oriole built a nest on a tall tree outside my bedroom window, and early every morning, before the family arise, I hear it sing over and over again what sounds exactly like 'Lais Die Beevil!' which translated means 'Read your Bible'." "Even the birds are 'Dutch,' I believe, in Bucks County," said Fritz.
"I think these must be German Mennonites, there being quite a settlement of these honest, God-fearing people living on farms at no great distance from our place." [Illustration: THE CANAL AT THE NARROWS] As they drove along the country road, parallel with the Delaware River, just before reaching the Narrows.

Mary was greatly attracted by the large quantities of yellow-white "sweet clover," a weed-like plant found along the Delaware River, growing luxuriantly, with tall, waving stems two to four feet high.

The clover-like flowers, in long, loose racemes, terminating the branches, were so fragrant that, like the yellow evening primrose, the scent was noticeable long before one perceived the flowers.

And, strange to tell, sweet clover was never known to grow in this locality until the seed was washed up on the bank of the river some ten or twelve years previous to the date of my story, when the Delaware River was higher than it was ever before known to be.
"The first place we shall visit," said Aunt Sarah, "will be my grandmother's old home, or rather, the ruins of the old home.