iFtfenirs in Ktetr 201 



weed and bramble this morning ; all have 

 been dressed in their winter robes. 



Let us put on our overshoes and be ofF 

 to the deep woods, for there is always 

 something doing in the forest after the 

 first snowfall. 



Ah, here is the jaunty little fellow who 

 told me yesterday that this was coming. 

 He sits upon a twig with his head cocked 

 upon one side, eyeing me in the most 

 confidential manner. What a tasteful 

 dress he wears. Could anything be more 

 comfortable than that black cap on his 

 little head ? How well his black necktie 

 matches the cap, and his blue-gray over- 

 coat is as neat and pretty as one could 

 well wish. 



Who is this jaunty little friend who 

 meets us at the very forest's edge with a 

 welcome ? What is your name, little 

 fellow? 



