TREE-TRUNK BIRDS ay 
first money that the Kind Hearts’ Club earned should 
go to buy other pairs of the charts, so that they could 
not only have some for their very own, but that the 
other schools, who had no Gray Lady for their fairy god- 
mother, could have them also. 
After the first few weeks, Gray Lady found that it 
would be best, on the Fridays when she visited the school, 
simply to read to the children stories of the birds that 
they had either seen at Birdland or that they already 
knew by sight, from various books and magazines; as 
she had at her house so many books, pictures of birds, 
and the mounted birds themselves, that it was much 
easier for them to name unknown birds there than at 
school. 
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“The singing-birds have all gone,’ said Sarah Barnes, 
the second Saturday of November, as she went to work 
upon the last piece of her doll’s outfit—the cloak for 
the Red-Riding-Hood that she was dressing. 
“We still have a Song Sparrow down in the meadow,” 
said Goldilocks, ‘‘and there are plenty of Bluebirds 
and Robins about, and Grackles and Cowbirds, but the 
Song Sparrow is the only one that pretends to sing a nice 
little song.” 
“T guess we’ll have to go ahead to the spring birds or 
there won’t be anything to learn about until they come 
back,”’ chimed in Eliza Clausen, who was at work on 
a doll baby, and as her fingers were long and slender, 
she succeeded in hemming the fine lawn, of which the 
dress was made, very nicely. 
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