jfvitnJan in Wren 205 



what they have really seen is the pine 

 grosbeak. 



The thought that I would leave with 

 you as you close these pages is this. 



If the winter is cold for you who are 

 warmly cloaked and hooded, gloved and 

 mittened, what must it be for the birds, 

 who are scantily clad and unsheltered 

 from the elements ? If you draw close 

 to the fire and shiver on a winter's night 

 when the winds bellow down the chim- 

 ney, and the frost creeps high on the 

 window-pane, what must it be for the 

 chickadee and the snow-bird who are 

 perching side by side in the cedar-tree 

 near the house ? The wind rocks the 

 tree so that they can scarcely keep their 

 perch ; the snow sifts in upon them, and 

 the bitter cold bites their bare toes. 

 When the piazza floor groans and cries 

 aloud against the numbing frost as you 



