THE PROCESSION PASSES 101 
ual birds, it is well to know their family and kin. You 
cannot always tell by the plumage of birds if they are 
related. Louise Stone, Fannie White, and Esther Gray 
here are cousins, and all live in one house, but as their last 
names are different, and they do not look alike, a stranger 
would have to be told, for he could not guess that they 
belong to one household. 
“Tt is three o’clock already, and I see that Tommy and 
Dave have quite finished their windmills and Ruth’s 
apron is waiting for the pocket, so in spite of Farmer 
Hill’s remarks about ‘not working,’ every one has 
something to show for this Friday afternoon. 
‘“‘ Before we go, let me see if you can tell the ‘Things 
to remember’ about the five swallows. 
“Sarah — the Barn Swallow?” 
“Shiny, steel-blue back and forked tail.” 
“Dave — the Bank Swallow?” 
“Dusty cloak fastened across the front.” 
“Ruth — the Tree Swallow?” 
“White satin breast.”’ 
“Roger — the Eaves Swallow?” 
“White on its forehead and all over mixed colours.’ 
“ And the Purple Martin? Who knows it?” 
“Tt’s the biggest of all and doesn’t fly quite so sudden. 
I’ve seen ’em up at Grandpa Miles’s in New York State,” 
said little Clary Hinks, and then blushing because she had 
dared to speak. 
“Next week in the playroom!” said Gray Lady, smiling 
over her shoulder at them as they filed out the door to the 
time beaten by Tommy’s drum. 
