Once more he felt in the nest and found there was another egg
there. "I'll take both of them, " said he. "It's the first nest of
Hooty's that I've ever found, and perhaps I'll never find
another. Gee, I'm glad I came over here to find out what those Crows
were making such a fuss about. I wonder if I can get these clown
without breaking them."

Just at that very minute he remembered something. He remembered that
he had stopped collecting eggs. He remembered that he had resolved
never to take another bird's egg.

"But this is different, " whispered the tempter. "This isn't like
taking the eggs of the little song birds."



CHAPTER XII: A Tree-Top Battle

As black is black and white is white,
So wrong is wrong and right is right.

There isn't any half way about it. A thing is wrong or it is right,
and that is all there is to it. But most people have hard work to
see this when they want very much to do a thing that the still small
voice way down inside tells them isn't right. They try to
compromise. To compromise is to do neither one thing nor the other
but a little of both. But you can't do that with right and wrong. It
is a queer thing, but a half right never is as good as a whole
right, while a half wrong often, very often, is as bad as a whole