Whenever his eye lighted upon a toddling child or a perambulator it visibly brightened.

"My true work!" he seemed to say; "this nest building is a mere by-path of industry." After prinking and overlooking, and congratulating himself thus, for a few minutes, he would stroll off, over the housetops, for another stick.

He was the unquestionable King of the Garden.
Why are there no heronries in the English public parks?
And why is there no stork?
The Dutch have a proverb, "Where the stork abides no mother dies in childbed".

Still more, why are there no storks in France?
The author of _Fecondite_ should have imported them.
No Zoo, however well managed, can keep an ourang-outang long, and therefore one should always study that uncomfortably human creature whenever the opportunity occurs.

I had great fortune at Rotterdam, for I chanced to be in the ourang-outang's house when his keeper came in.